As The Sunday Night Singers step, ever forward, towards new and exciting adventures, I’d like to quickly pause and, at the marked risk of being turned into a pillar of salt, look back.

Not long has passed since a birthday party in 2005 lit the spark that was to ignite into the Sunday Night…



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  1. The Sunday Night Singers undergo an extremely rigorous training regimen based on the part they intend to sing. For example, following a successful…

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What is the missing link between the bass and the ape?


A baritone ;]



THE SOPRANOS are the ones who sing the highest, and because of this they think they rule the world. They have longer hair, fancier jewelry, and swishier skirts than anyone else, and they consider themselves insulted if they are not allowed to go at least to a high F in every movement of any given…

There are some truths here.



Me leaving work: “Time to do some exciting stuff and check in early for tomorrow!”

Me arriving home: “Ooh Couch! I’m going to eat a sandwich for dinner and sit on that till midnight!”


Best. Thing. Ever.


I Live!

So I noticed today that I’m still alive so I think I’m going to try to communicate more… We’ll see.

"I want that to slap you in the face and get stuck."

— Stephanie Ellis




Gorgonem de Plantarum

In an olive grove
Your scent reaches
The waters’ home

For what twines around
Let the brine
Kiss your supple ground

And the waves of passion
Flood your soul

Soon you’re perched
By an angered owl
And your branches
Into vines are wound

Bird of prey
Leaves bark scarred and torn
You forget
Majesty, once worn

And all that surrounds you
Turns to stone

Lose the amber rivers
you once owned

Then the Knight
Spies your glimmer
In the meadow

And with sword
Strong in hand
He approaches

With your trunk to his back

And you watch
As he cuts you
Feeling no pain

Your demise
Only brings him
Honor and fame

©2012 Bruce I. Rivera