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A Story by Brae
I wanted to create a new genre, bluegrass sci-fi
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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A Story by Brae
My experience with Kirtan Music
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A Story by Brae
Yep, I learned music all on my own...and, I learned the banjo
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A Story by Brae
I love teaching music, and playing around the campfire with others. Sometimes I wonder when it all started...
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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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