Ryan Cabrera Music Review

Ryan Cabrera, The Moon Under Water

It’s unfair but OK. Handsome singer
with a mind and no one’s mimicry as
product: listen to him. Yeah, he has
some repeating rhythms, but so does
sex if it’s good. The unruly becomes
canonical, enemies’ gods become be-
headed as history, but lovers still love,
still are clumsy in being cosmic with
their human bodies. Sure, heartbreak,
great writers get treated as humidifiers
in anthologies, but we get to kiss, comet
riders sharing skies, speed, and the blur.
Betrayal adds fascination to the next
mistake. But still it’s Valentine’s Day
when the Apocalypse shakes its ugly
ass, and some of us go shopping for
those oh roses with thorns that’ll be
delivered soon enough. Hell, Ryan,
I’d need no wine to embarrass my
prize-winning mug trying to be a spiffy
Magellan, but he’s a talent: I want to
learn from the young(er), how this man’s
beauty is a burden since he’s needs
an impeded woman who’s not me:
her name is Creation. It’s good to be
reminded why I write. Needing someone
else can also heal our hidden wounds.