If You Could, Would You?

If you could fly and fall and never die, Build glorious buildings to the sky, Walk with gods in worlds only dreamed of In the minds of those who see far beyond what is, If you could live die and live again in a single moment, To rise up and challenge your greatest fears over and over Until triumphant you control all that is, Would you? We are beaten! The battle is over. And though we take our children by the hand and say, “This is Earth. This is Ocean. This is Sunset. Here is our world built by God Continue Reading →

Lolitah The Mosquitah Eatah

Lolita the Mosquita EatahLolita was a frog she lived in the bayou Way down south where the mosquitoes really bite you. She was amazing a sight to really see cause she had a tongue as long as tree. It could go to the top and climb back down and eat little bugs right off the ground. With that tongue she could reach the tip of her nose wrap around her back and scratch between her toes. Fast she was with that tongue of lighting she slurped up mosquitoes to keep them from biting. Well she ate and ate and grew and grew till her belly was as big as me and you. Continue Reading →

Sleep Little Yoga Master

Awake in the night, I watch my son sleep. Like a yoga master, he nimbly twists his body into extraordinary poses.  First, butt high in the air, he stretches his arms out in front like a middle eastern sage in prayer then reclining he twists his torso opposite bending his legs to his chest. He sighs, giggles lightly then returns to slow steady even breaths. I watch him full of wonder and know that he is much closer to the mind of God than I lost in the false complexities of the adult mind. © 2013 Sean Driscoll

Today I Will Listen / Today I Write

When I crossed the courtyard between my house and studio before dawn this morning, an owl beckoned me with his ancient voice like a siren of the past to sleep the sleep of those who never wake. Today, I shall not sleep. Today, I will listen and write what I hear. © 2013 Sean Driscoll

Magic Map

I believe that we are always on the right path in life. There are no wrong turns or dead ends. It is just sometimes we don’t see the need to be where we are. But there is always a purpose. We just need to read the signs better. The story that follows is true. 100% true. At this point in the telling, a good storyteller usually interjects, “Mostly.” But I will tell you here and now that everything that happened to me on that Wednesday, June 24th, 1998 is exactly true. Though there were no witnesses, I believe that in Continue Reading →

Five Seconds From Devine

Five Seconds From Divine Twenty-two minutes from divine I am certain our actions seal our fate. I step out into the breaking dawn certain I am late. Sweat thick upon my brow I turn to face the breeze and for just a few moments (five seconds to be exact) I smile and stare up at the sky glad I am alive. Twenty minutes from divine, I start my engine and roll away certain I am late. The song I hear from the stereo I know from when I was twelve. “In a clearing stands a boxer and fighter by his Continue Reading →

“Finding Bach In Soccer”

Yesterday, I practiced soccer with my son on the big lawns overlooking the river down by our house. Watching him in his struggles I was once again reminded that in every human attempt at greatness we are mirrored our strengths and weaknesses. I told him a story about once when I was fifteen I threw my music stand across my bedroom in complete frustration at my attempts to make a six finger stretch while playing the Bach Chaconne. Convinced that I could never do it, I threw the music in the trash. He laughed and began kicking the ball again. Continue Reading →

Welcome to the writings of Sean Driscoll

Hi and welcome to my writing site. I am known to many as a classical guitarist and a producer of children’s performances for stage with my company “The Story Ship.”  Most of what I have written has been published as stage shows or short stories for audio CD. Here in this site you will find short excerpts from works in progress as well as finished short stories, poems, novels and essays for grown ups as well as children. Every morning I awake around 4 o’clock with my brain spewing words. So each day I go to my studio and begin Continue Reading →