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…
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Reflection-Time! At the Waxing-Tide of Final Harvest
Well it’s times like these I feel so small and wild… I Canyon chill is a smile that comes in the place where there’s only room for secrets and strength, which is hope, just under the skin. I do not like cold but October Canyon chill isn’t the cold of dreary end it is the…
Then It’s September
Then It’s September. The traffic slows. The traffic slows, the Tuesday after Labor Day I am on the street at 7pm. The street is closed, there are no open shops on the block. There are no other body’s on the block. Just me and Jaz, and the homeless lady wheeling her bike ahead of…
Virgil McFarland
Virgil McFarland called me eighteen times in one night. The honey-tongued woman on the recording said nine of those times the same thing into my voice mail, “an inmate from the North County Penitentiary is trying to reach you, press one to accept this call, press the pound sign to deny.” When you pressed one…
On Oak Street
….having memories.
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…
Precious, near.
Poetry days come by surprise but often end the same way. How much do I want to spend, $5 to $20, the spots line both sides of PCH from North to South Laguna, half price plates and gourmet apps 3 to 6 sometimes late as 7. I wanted to go to Starfish and showered after…
Wild Women Wisdom 