The body it reminds you

Sister leans over, says I smell rain. As soon as it’s said, there it is, the dirt-metal scent.  God California, so full of wimps, at least west of the 5.  Everyone complaining about the heat.  It is only 85, there is a breeze coming up under the trees which happens when you live beside the…

If you’re lucky, it slows your flow. On Grace.

The thing you don’t know til you live here is the way palm tree leaves look when they bend in the wind.  The Santa Ana’s.  They’re real.  They come sailing down the canyon with whole lists of lusty springtime wants.  You hear them ranting and can barely breathe.  High white-sun days of Santa Ana wind…

California, you used to make me brave

I am thinking about you, California, you used to make me feel brave. I stopped on a side-road outside Santa Rosa to eat tacos.  There was a sale on RedBull which is all I drank.  It was after a weekend making love with a pot grower on a secret coast hidden by the North trees….

I see you.

Grace you’re so funny looking. You taste like salt and a runny nose.  You make me queasy in my belly.   Funny  measure of glints and glimmers, late 6pm sunlight on my hobbit house wall.   Life still breaths inside us despite the pressing limitations, the messiness. The barrage of I don’t want to have…

Vintage Kadada. Rock n Roll Tuesdays. Bratmobile.

So like, I had made this blog one time, like, to get over this guy it was my reminder to me that i thought for myself and loved music long before he had come along & made it all weepy for me & so like, last night i was feeling really self-indulgent & like oh…

So, thought I’d share

THIS which is from a women’s rights alliance rally in college to get brighter street lights installed circa 2001, with a Snap edit added today, made for Siobhan & E.V.E.

Dream of back then

In Newport I sleep in Beth’s basement which is actually her garage, which has no electric and no heat.  The sleeping bag is arctic and keeps me warm and the couch down there is the one I slept so well on the fall I came up from Humboldt for Thanksgiving.  So I look forward to…

I want to celebrate and live my life.

I drive a sorta busted car from 1989.  It’s great for sand, wet bathing suits and my surfboard.  The antenna got ripped off  in the car wash so I only get one station.  Today on the way in and yesterday leaving work, I heard the song Dynamite.  Maybe it’s no coincidence that I heard this song twice. …