Welcome

Glenn Bowie

Welcome to my site! A lot of you know me from Facebook, or from my associations with a variety of talented indie musicians and writers, or maybe youíve come here to purchase a copy of my collection of poetry and photographs, Under the Weight of Whispers (Big Table Publishing Company.) However you got here, I hope you'll spend a little time reading samples of my writing, browsing my pictures, and clicking on the links I've provided of some of the musicians I've had the pleasure and honor of collaborating with. And for those of you who know me from my "work" life, I've included a link to pictures of some of the elevators I have built over the past 35 years.

But what a lot of you might not know is that for my whole life I have had precognition dreams— dreams of events that happened, often within just a few hours. Growing up, I didn't mind them, but as I got older, they became more and more intense, to the point where they started to interfere with my waking hours. So in 2008 I went to see a Spiritual Healer named Rose Boghos. She put me into a light trance, and immediately we were joined by two angels (Rose saw them too) and for three hours the angel at my feet sat bathed in a brilliant white light, while the angel at my side sat in the shadows, as if to represent my dark self. Revelations were revealed to me, and from that moment on I started writing poetry—here's a picture of the notebooks I have filled with thousands of poems.


Up until that point, I had never written a single poem in my life. I had always liked taking pictures, but after the session with Rose, it was as if I now saw the world in a new way; now all I could see was beauty.





And even though I'd always loved music, I now found myself writing song lyrics for the first time.



The Road from Moultrie

In a 48 Fork pick up truck
The sun would come sneaking up
on the day
The man behind the wheel he sat
As the wheels would spin on the road
Gravel spat
Kicking up the dust from the clay
He was a man
with many hats
A father , a farmer , a man of the cloth
A family to raise , a god above to praise
All the while tending
to the crops

You'd take that Sunday ride
With him
Bible on the seat right by his side
The journey would begin
On the road from Moultrie to Lagrange
Corn fields flying by
You'd stare out the window and try
To take it all in
Before everything changed
You were so full of wonder
You were so young
A hunger in your belly
Clay dust upon your tongue

The time you spent alone on the road
Looking at the fields of corn
Asking him silly questions like
"Daddy do scarecrows have bones"
He would laugh and say
No child no
Not every bird will sing
Not every bell will ring
Not every cloud will bring rain
Not every seed you sow shall grow
Except the seed of faith
All these things in time child I'll explain
Don't run through your childhood walk slow
Someday you'll know
My child someday
Someday you'll know
Walk slow my child
Walk slow

On the road from Moultrie to Lagrange
in your mind you go down those dusty roads now
nothings changed
Time measured in memories
Only time , only time will change
You can still see the road ahead a winding
On the seat a book with a well worn binding
You had faith the lord would always provide
On the road from Moultrie to Lagrange
In your mind nothing has changed
Only time , only time will change
You go back down those roads when you close your eyes
Itís still
Such a beautiful ride

One tiny speaker on the dash
You'd both sing along with Loretta and the Man in Black
Sometimes you'd drive to Opelika and back
On Sunday morn
He was a man of many hats
Under every hat you'd always find your dad
Whether he was preaching
Teaching his children about the good books ways
Or working the fields
growing his corn

On the road from Moultrie to Lagrange now
Passing farms and fields of corn
Nothing much has changed
As you're driving
Thinking , your daddy is gone
the crows in the willows they nest
the sun has come to rest
on the horizon

The summer winds warm from the south
from your heart they now blow
you taste the clay dust in your mouth
from the road
as night it comes in once again
no questions remain
your daddy was right
you have your faith
he always said someday you'll know
someday you'll know

Not every bird will sing
Not every bell will ring
Not every cloud will bring rain
Not every seed you sow shall grow
Except the seed of faith
All these things in time child I'll explain
Don't run through your childhood walk slow
Someday you'll know
My child someday
Someday you'll know
walk slow my child
walk slow


As for the dreams, they stopped and have not come back, allowing me to devote my energy to my passions, and to my book.


To give thanks for my blessings, I will donate half of all sales of Under the Weight of Whispers to some of the following charities: The Greater Boston Food Bank, Rosie's Place - Shelter for battered women, and Bread of Life





For those of you who don't know me yet, please feel free to contact me or visit me on Facebook where I share daily posts with friends. I'm looking forward to meeting you!

Thank you, Glenn

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