Brae : Writing

Of Banjos And Babylon

Of Banjos And Babylon

A Story by Brae


I wanted to create a new genre, bluegrass sci-fi
Here We Go

Here We Go

A Poem by Brae


Here we goLike the dust bowl families that went beforeLearning to stretch the bread and milk to last through the desertAnd still found gritty smiles f..
Ballerina

Ballerina

A Poem by Brae


Leopard in a snow white dress, you float across the worldSoft as a lotus petal and strong as iron, I see the elegance in your stepThe way the sand mov..
Mango

Mango

A Poem by Brae


Like mangoSpilling into the skyAnd the gasp that follows, our surprise at this splash of sudden beautyAnd under the brown skin of this tropic riverCur..
Fiddlin' Around

Fiddlin' Around

A Story by Brae


Old Man Bozart was a cadaverous fellow. We never asked his age, but one of the old ladies at the bingo parlor said he was over 90. His nose almost t..
Playin To Learn

Playin To Learn

A Story by Brae


Yep, it all started with that dilapidated pawn shop banjo my dad brought home when I was 15. That dusty, two string no-bridge banjo that I played li..
Listening With The Heart

Listening With The Heart

A Story by Brae


My experience with Kirtan Music
Family Banned

Family Banned

A Story by Brae


Yep, I learned music all on my own...and, I learned the banjo
Prehistory of the Singalong

Prehistory of the Singalong

A Story by Brae


I love teaching music, and playing around the campfire with others. Sometimes I wonder when it all started...
Nowhere But Now

Nowhere But Now

A Poem by Brae


It was once saidthat were the meaning of life to be knownlaughter would ring from the rooftopsAnd in worlds next to oursfrom subatomic to supernovatim..

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