girl who 

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…

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…

the edge

i’m trying to choose between depression and inspiration i’m at the edge of restrained anger hot eyes that quiver i slow my breath i see how little i need hours go by and i’m numb i go though the motions until i realize that i am dizzy i take steps that waiver i try to…

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…