girl who glitters in the industrial maze of forgotten businesses in the blandness of sidewalks and strip malls girl who glitters before she disappears turns the color of the magic hour turns around to greet the sky girl who glitters shines against the night warmth of dawn about to break warmth in the wonder she…
Tag: inspiration
riding
riding the train while writing the simultaneous movement of fingers hunting and pecking words on the phone no writing pad candlelight quills dipped in ink nothing fancy about this writing desk or station no artsy cafe ambiance no comfy chair the incantation comes from the glow of the screen through smeared vaguely transparent windows city…
listening when the world says go
during the moments where there seems to be no answer where doubt can give into fear when the anger seems so deeply rooted that aggression may take over the world responds the world responds in a way that can give hope it’s a read between the lines kind of response it’s the kind that gives…
pink skies
pink and blue striped skies today looking at the light spread warmth across clouds like waves folding in upon themselves beautiful skies like from a dream bringing the sun’s welcoming rays air that wraps you into its arms yes, the most comforting air that holds you up together you look to the sky in awe
passing through
golden light i’m on the corner with the fan blowing with the cardbord flapping earlier i could slide across the floor and feel my feet glide in the mirror i didn’t look like what i thought i was yesterday i learned i wasn’t a monster today i am reconciling from the fact of what that…
the music muse
essence that brings forth music like vibrating strings makes a vuh sound with your mouth elusive kind of spritely in a way likes to hide behind rocks and deep within forest is fascinated by wind for some reason thinks outloud in song form like singing helps to solidify give shape size dances around frequently kind…
to that which inspires me
so elusive mysterious wandering some days you come in and out some days it is truly difficult to face you the consistency makes it easier you like consistency and yet you get bored and move on unless i keep it interesting for you i’m so happy to greet you i just want to be there…
one request
when the moon comes out tonight i ask for stories for songs for the kind that heals and because they are needed i ask for moments of recognition of hope and inspiration where we remember our power to change to transform to grow to shift to nurture and we remember that deep underneath everything there…
bright orange birds
there are bright orange birds sitting on my window but when they erupt in song i don’t know what it is i keep looking around saying you see that? you hear that? you hear that? it’s like no one hears them it’s like no one sees them and i’m dying because i think they’re so…
The Dynamics of Groove 