I think back on cabin time, that last night with the silver moon under the spring born trees. We’d had that miraculous equinox together under the old growths at the Susquehanna basin only days before, then because I took off for my birthday week finally for the first time in so very many months I…
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prayer, earth day
Cmm’onnn shut the fug up haaa hhaa sweet, sweet lord you’re kidding me honey honestly I get on here just to write somehow it starts out to you, again Cat bc this damn music you bring whaaaat?! and am laughing as I write this right now only for the tinge of tears in the center…
hunger do you heed
In August the sounds of locusts are primroses or psychopomp, which do you dare~ In August I dream of the bay, cotton candy mute of clouds into shelf-wells of water walls gather and collecting the dream of themselves above or ahead, the just out of reach sky. If that is thunder, it cracks open the…
And this, this is Solstice
In the middle of the night we think daring thoughts, unless mind-dulled and fraught from darktime bedtime haunts we have learned to numb. It was past 1 am at the Tavern and this place is basement punkrunk as HB or Long Beach ever was or could hope to be. Randolph was on the drums and…
Wild Women Wisdom 