Muse-inspired writing.
Fly
Sprouting from the center of her back
Messenger
Your sun was in my window the other day
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
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
Look
“Look at me.”
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This is a fairly personal collection of my writing (most of which has been posted here on this blog), and if you do decide to purchase a copy, please be aware; I appreciate it more than you probably know.
And, if you don’t purchase a copy….. I still love you, but I reserve the right to make pouty faces at you at any given moment.
THANK YOU, and as usual, I love your face. I really do.
Special thanks to captainspezzo & theysoundlikemonsters, both of whom I commissioned with cover art ideas BUUUUT I got too antsy and came up with something on my own. :3 ♥ ♥
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.
——
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….
Driven
(Something from a few months ago.)
sentimental tears in the rearview;
windshield wipers on
drive.
Incomplete
glowing purple twilight kissing your eyes
