moon wild brunette

 its been a while since ive been
receptive,like that.
my life has been too hectic and beautiful to have a computer for a while.
frankly,ive been happily consumed in the worlds' collective to write so,

just footprints

to nowhere

still writing playing and recording



with my sweetheart

under a sea of rocky green

 when youre out,around everything.the streets harshly black and bold.with the crisp of summers daylight beating down on your neck warming your skin to a lighter tone of red,crossing the street next to passerby s.headphones are on.walking over the big thick white line under your feet,next to the four letters that illuminate in white. s t o p .i like the city,and small towns..i appreciate their blunt corners and people.its good to get out of your comfort zone in life and just be rushed sometimes.but when i dream,when im just being ..and breathing.i much prefer laying down,under this.

note to the errand boy as a young army deserter

wonder why granpa just sits there & watches yogi bear?wonder why he just sits there and dont laugh? think about it kid,but dont ask your mother.wonder why elvis presley only smiles with his top lip?think about it kid,but dont ask your surgeon. wonder why the postman with one leg shorter'n the other kicked your dog so hard? think about it kid but dont ask any mailman. wonder who ronald reagan talked to about the foreign situation? think about it kid but dont ask any foreigners. wonder why the mechanic,whose wife shot herself with a gun she got from his best friend,hates castro so much?wonder why castro hates rock n roll? think about it kid.but dont ask no roll.wonder how much the man who wrote white christmas made? think about it kid,but dont ask no made. wonder what bob kennedy's really got against jimmy hoffa? think about it,but dont ask no bobby. wonder why frankie shot johnny? go ahead wonder,but dont ask your neighbor... wonder who the carpet beggars are? think, but dont ask no carpet. wonder why your always wearing your brothers clothes? think about it kid,but dont ask your father. wonder why general electric says that the most important thing for a family to do is stick together? think about it kid, but dont ask no together...wonder what paydirt is? go ahead,wonder...wonder why the kid boys wanna beat you up so bad? think about it kid, but dont ask nobody
yes. ok. i guess youre a pumpkin.
yes its true i referred to you as "that
chinese girl" you have a right to be angry.but what i want to know
is just what have you got against chinese people anyway?
                             maybe we can still work
                             it out
                             properly yours,
                             prince goulash
*tarantula,bob dylan*

i took off my boots & i held onto you, tight in my dreams

perhaps

my old typewriter,small.comes in such great use.whether i write about my day,or make up a story. write nonsense, with a fake cigar in my mouth talking in an english accent in an oversized white button up shirt to make my best fren laugh. its all the same to me.this past month ive been busy,sunburned and so full of everlasting joy.im so excited for summer.which is a change in pace for me.winters girl.im excited to soak in the water with tons of sunblock for my sensitive skin and eat ice cream,smudging some on seans face to lick it off.im excited for my tapestries to consume me in the dark cold place on the days i want to hide away from the sun rays and just play music til my fingers are sore and my throat hurts from singing.im excited to walk up and down the streets late at night after being in the moon tower with infinite stars at drum circle with no jacket,just barefoot in a dress to fall asleep in the grass and wake up to see the skies blue change to a lighter shade.im excited for all the roadtrips to the random places we.ll choose to go to and play shows and watch shows.im excited for my dads love,my moms cooking and my granpas hugs.im excited to swim and sink to the bottom of the water.let out all my air, look to the top of the water as if its the floor,watching it move and sway go and come together in different ways and take photos with my mind and underwater camera in a spring to come home,paint,make tea and share some delicious dinner with things from our garden with my love.im excited to plant more wild flowers.then be.next to my small little type writer,and write a song.or write nonsense,or about the day. remember you are infinity.

our shadows turned into fossils

sea and i,two days ago.
lately.being with my best friends,music bleeding through everywhere that it can.hearing them,make silly rhymes in the car outside of a grocery store..writing and painting so much that my hands are sore,having my feet hurt because im so busy then getting the perfect amount of down time.taking the scenic routes exploring the deep collective of the day to come to my loves arms. rushing to work;getting off,seeing him there holding a flower and some bubbles for me before we hurry to a birthday party to paint faces.eating grapefruit with my mom.green hat,spirals,painting,dreams,a whale ring.having him pick a dress or my outfit for the day.singing for someone thats pleading me to,for his girlfriend and making them smile and see them come closer together.going to some party and meeting a girl for two seconds before shes screaming to everyone that she loves me.ever changing moons and crashing out after he and i walk through the door exhausted to wake up and see him holding me,hand in hand,eyes closed,smiling.draw a bath then share a banana split after 12 pm,and going to back to bed..tired,and happy.it wont always be this way and even though we dont have much time lately,we make time and although were in a small town,it couldnt get any better.

the earth is not a cold, dead place

 i remember going to my car exactly one year ago, today. before this concert, to put my camera away it died on me.i parked behind the theater near an alley way.walking back i saw a silhouette in the corner of my eye.. someone smoking.i stopped & looked up,i saw isaac brock standing there with a cigarette.i smirked at him...and he smiled back.then i kept walking because there were some obnoxious people not too far behind me.he looked at them too,and they realized who he was and they ran towards him..he quickly turned into the theatre door.while he sang this song he saw me standing right next to the stage.everyone was screaming and flailing their arms about but my hands were in my pockets.i was just enjoying them to my fullest extent because i love the music and they were playing it right in front of me.during this song he looked down and saw me..he waived & i just smiled back.

i grew branches

open and up

on a swing watching my feet go into blue ..into green. i'm withdrawn from the day being in one room. with one glass of honey green tea after another. my hands,my clothes,my dresser all stained from paint. sleepless nights. im making art in my apartment, with my best friends still wide awake at three am, sharing food & passing it about the living room floor. they have white wine, I have red. her boyfriend picking us up and piling into a car full of lively people, excited for night. look out of the window for the moon. as always. there it is- crescent. i'm sitting across laps and see moonlit smiles. then wandering aimlessly to end up playing music and singing perched over some strangers. standing on a rock bench to see them smile, hold each other, to hear them clap & tell us "another,another." we roamed into the darker blue of the night. we swayed to a song in different colour lights.. I lay down in the grass and close my eyes, when I opened them you were still there.