A Burns-esque poem that spouted into a song by myself and Lonnie Glass. Mike Kropotkin does a great arrangement and all the instrumentation.

Burnt Doun (by Norman Ball)

Oh nae mair leaves need seegnifee a tree
'cept widden words tae fall frae me.
Mah...

The Black Key (music by Moëvöt, a French dark ambient collaboration of unknown origin.)

a spoken word piece about the lost ways of the Native American

GREED -- MAMMON

a poem about failed love

A poem from my Triptych sequence My Damascus (N. Ball) You are my pink-forever basin languor to my punctuation Fill? You only have to look. My buckled mountain rose to clasp your lake. Now I pin you, crouched beneath my spider-frame pale limbs wed to my ribbed canopy. You are my...

There's a war in heaven.

Though the jobs may fly away, the politicians always come home to roost.

Heath Ledger just had that 'numbered days' look, especially near the end. May he now rest in peace. Though I wouldn't want to leave the planet with the Joker as a swan song. Creepy. It was the last thing to crowd the young man's mind after an extended rendezvous with celebrity. ** You can buy a...

A small-town tale about evil, corruption, closeted skeletons, trauma, madness and red skies. The lovely and talented Jo from Australia sent me her movie 'Insanity or Suicide' to be used as the anchor piece in this montage. It can --and ought to-- be seen in its entirety, and is available at...