Fly

Sprouting from the center of her back

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Messenger

Your sun was in my window the other day

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Almost

I light some incense

and switch on the lava lamp

and music with strange guitars

I bask in the orange glow

and listen as the smoke drains from my lips

and fairy stories held me high

The closest

I’ll get

to a time

machine.

I don’t know what you see

That I’m not seeing

You call it beautiful

And I’m believing

Blossom

The musk of charring wood permeates

Staining the sunset with peacock trails of watercolor ash

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Sweet

Honey Bee humming

Grace sunflowers with your breeze

Grace me, please, as well.

Insomnia

The water’s heartbeat makes her turn

She sighs

And whispers a call through the window

Up into the branches

Past the moon

Into the constellations

The answer comes as silence

Still she listens

Eyes closed in reverence

The bed settles around her

And falls asleep.

Lit.

Thumb against flint

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Look

“Look at me.”

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MYBOOKISHEREMYBOOKISHEREMYBOOKISHERE!!! IN THE FLESH!! I AM A PUBLISHED AUTHOR!!

:finger-pointy dance:

Order a copy and support a starving artist? :o)

Book is done!

It is assembled— and will be in print shortly.

Watch for updates. I am very excited.

Floating in the Stream of Consciousness

Written in 2010.

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I can say, without hesitation or exaggeration, that music has effectively saved my life more than once. I’ve been meaning to sit down and write about this for a while now, but I haven’t had the time. Coincidentally I’ve been too busy assembling playlists….

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Driven

(Something from a few months ago.)

sentimental tears in the rearview;

windshield wipers on

drive.

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Incomplete

glowing purple twilight kissing your eyes

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