Ruckin’ With You | 11.29.16 | The Lone Wolf

It's a good thing I'm a fairly independent person who is no stranger to the role of lone wolf and self-reliance because I've once again been made starkly aware that it's the only way for me to roll creatively, at least until certain things significantly change. As a musician, inherently I am a very collaborative … Continue reading Ruckin’ With You | 11.29.16 | The Lone Wolf

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Lifebook 11 | Local Heroes . . . 5 Years Later

So this past week, November 22nd, to be precise, marked the five year anniversary of the publication of the first ever physical book to bear my byline on the cover (as editor/compiler). Local Heroes was a small anthology conceived, compiled and edited by yours truly and published by now defunct small press publisher Static Movement … Continue reading Lifebook 11 | Local Heroes . . . 5 Years Later

Jubilee | Lyrics [via RUCKERPEDIA]

I wrote this little ditty in 2009 under less tumultuous socio-political times. But its message of unity and the overcoming of differences and the celebration of the fact that we’re all here, human and alive, is timeless. And timely on a day like today.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

RUCKERPEDIA

It’s that special time of year

We should gather with each other despite our fears

We’ll break bread and dine with wine

And discover there’s no trouble and we’re just fine

We are all of the same blood

So it’s silly to throw punches instead of hugs

Peace is not (just) for the naive

We should be wearing our compassion upon our sleeves

So let’s celebrate today

And be grateful that we all have a voice to say

That we’re thankful for our lives

And we’re laughing, dancing, singing and giving high fives


Written: March 28, 2009. Released on the album Bridging the Disconnect, released September 29, 2009 via I Rock Recordings under the moniker of Sap.

Copyright © 2009 by Brandon L. Rucker

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Ruckin’ With You | 11.18.16 | Ugh!

Late Edition. As I finally file this away for transmission to you on this fine Friday (71 degrees in mid-November), I am a miserable bastard who stayed home from work today due to having received the plague from my teenage daughter. I know how it happened too. It was last Saturday when I was enclosed … Continue reading Ruckin’ With You | 11.18.16 | Ugh!

Living and Dying Under a Harvest Moon | A Short Story — RUCKERPEDIA

One of the most romantic pieces I've ever written. But of course I always like to add a little tragedy for good measure. Just a tad this time, though. Enjoy! { 1039 words } As dawn claims the night I see the morning sun begin to break over the horizon from our window. I’ve been … Continue reading Living and Dying Under a Harvest Moon | A Short Story — RUCKERPEDIA

Thinkbook 6 | It’s Over (Election Edition)

Despite the Election not turning out how I wanted, I’m going to go ahead and shave the trees off my face to start the work week. My kids have been clamoring for this momentous occasion ever since I stopped shaving in mid-September, perhaps a week or so before my birthday. So, in the wake of … Continue reading Thinkbook 6 | It’s Over (Election Edition)

I’m Not From Around Here | A Poem

RUCKERPEDIA

Driving fast down sun-baked country roads

Countless tiny towns are silhouettes in my dust

I dare not stop for fear of the unknown

I have this little suspicion they don’t like my kind

The kind different from them

The kind not of their own

It’s not that I blame them, really

It’s not their fault that they’re wrong

My destination is clear

No place in particular

Just enjoy the scenic route

Before night claims the scenery

There’s a fork in my roads of chance

My front tire takes the brunt of it

I pull over to the soft shoulder

My good luck having failed me

Rear view mirror, another driver is nearing

A big red pickup, a good ol’ boy pulls next to me

Sweat beading on my brow now, I’m unsure of his intention

I ease out of the car, though I’m thankful for his…

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