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Details: Published: 22 November 2025

We floated through a window cross-legged sitting down

With just a pair of cotton shorts and father’s dressing gown.

And being free of weight and sound, floating just above the ground

Sailing in a silk cocoon, encapsulated by the moon

A crescent in a light blue sky pauses us to wonder why…

We momentary lose the view, shades of white and spears of blue

Something trying to distract – a slamming door to bring us back.

Who slammed the door, what’s happening here, who’s the one that’s coming near

Just on the edge of new reveal we’re plucked to sit behind a wheel

To steer us through a milling crowd and hear the children call aloud

What a lovely mango tree - one for you and one for me

They’re older now. The moments pass – a family lying in the grass

Sons of moons and moons of dust - who to believe and who to trust

Trust yourself the eagle cries, the world around is full of lies

And full of truth and full of love – I see it all from high above.

But, says you, if all this mix is just a bag of party tricks

How can we possible decide should we live or should we die?

You simple child, the eagle speaks, wipes his talon with his beak

You have no cause to be unsure – this is what you’re living for.

Select your way, find your staff, set out on a simple path

Trust yourself and love the day and truth will guide you on the way.

Details: Published: 16 September 2025

the older it gets the more rubbish is wrote

so its parents and friends push it off in a boat

and call on the waves to keep it afloat

til it dreams up a wrinkling twinkle

and it steadies itself at the helm

it steadies itself at the helm.

a wrinkling twinkle’s a nonchalant thought

that spins off a wheel to be subtly caught

by the tendrils of time that emerge from a rhyme

to winkle a twinkle right out of the wrinkle

the wrinkle back into the realm,

the wrinkle back into the realm.

but now that the twinkle is out on its own

the waves become wild and the dreamer is thrown

from the front and the back of the in and the out

til it calls out aloud to the tide

oh thank you so much for the ride

yes thank you so much for the ride.

then things are unusually still

becalmed on a watery hill

it looks for a seed of a nonchalant thought

to pop up ahead in a faraway port

where twinkles and wrinkles can never be bought

and it steadies itself at the helm

it steadies itself at the helm.

Details: Published: 16 September 2025

out of nowhere comes the light

why need to know from where or to

it comes from you

nowhere is you

the spark of your heart

travelling through

a zillion ways a zillion days

people are shouting

yays and nays

nobody knowing why darkness is blowing,

but flow-bodies, crow-bodies

silently working and they're

not in the news

or on screens to confuse

or to force you to choose

from the reds or the blues

in a game we all lose.

nobody has light

nobody is right

nobody is real

nobody can feel

no one has the cure

the way to endure

nobody is pure it’s okay

not knowing the nobody way

Details: Published: 09 September 2025

and what does it matter said the mad hatter
wearing a whimsical smile
i always have said we all end up dead
we just hang around here for a while

Details: Published: 09 September 2025

i don't want to go no no no no

authority persists so much it seems i can't resist the touch

something takes me to the door

"this is far enough, no more

"i don't like this place" i cried

something pushes me inside.

this is so cool a place of dreams

things aren't quite so bad it seems

i run back out to get you

"there are rolling hills with streams" I say "and trees and wildflowers for you"

how could I think this place was weird, it's full of strange delight.

i want to take you back inside so you can see this too.

at last, you seem to make your mind

we go inside but here's the flaw -

this isn't where I was before.

there must have been a different door

let's get out right now, i need to run to pee,

we left the dog outside and she needs some company

i think we better go go go no time to be polite you know,

just grab your legs and fly

no need to say goodbye

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Camera and editing thanks Kelsie Lewis and Shane Fe

Details: Published: 06 August 2024

Hello friends,

As some of you may know, my journey with music has been anything but ordinary. Back in the 70s, I released an album called ‘So What If I’m Standing in Apricot Jam?’ It was a collection of songs that reflected the unpredictable path I’d walked in life. Little did I know, that album would be rediscovered decades later, pulling me back into the world of music with a renewed purpose.

Today, I’m ready to introduce you to a new moment: The How Would I Know Show.

Not just a show but a journey, a storytelling experience through music, life, and the lessons gathered along the way.

So The How Would I Know Show is about more than music—it’s about connecting on a deeper level, about the power of love, bits of Eastern philosophy, and some simple truths that life has to offer.

I hope you can join me on this new adventure. I’ll be sharing stories from the road, the studio, and the veggie patch. Expect quirky tunes, heartfelt lyrics, and a few surprises along the way and who knows, maybe we’ll discover some hidden gems together.

Stay tuned, and I’ll see you with love and music,

Howard