I am of the Earth. It is right for me to roam her belly like my nurslings’ hands, who soften all my scars.
I dance between Joy and Grief Because every moment is dying.
When your lonely, the last things you do is try to figure it all out – you don’t need to think it through – oh baby, oh darling’, oh oh baby, ive been callin’ – and you’re not pickin’ up but I know you’ll be back soon – oh when you get this message will you come through, will you come through
‘cause you know that ive been callin’ and I know what you’ve been through but im wonderin if everything can wait so you can just come through – come through- come through
Please wont you – come through, come through, come through, come through won’t you, please, oh please, come through?
This is one of the ways I create songs. My creative song writing process. The Live video is from IG, I recorded while I typed the lyrics. Freestyle songwriting.
I’m wondering; what instrument plays me? with all of my infinite, perfect, harmonics. What instrument calls me home when this body falls and life travels on? It… Read more “What instrument can call me”
God, Thank You For Freezing Time For Me See, when I asked, I didn’t know that you already knew what I wanted And I didn’t know we’d… Read more “God, Thank You For Freezing Time For Me”
I got home at midnight. The sky was red and the whole world smelled like dog food. Why? Everything was melting. Water bubbled up from the puddles… Read more “Red Sky and Dog Food”
Before there was you there was we… a central star, a sun like any other but it was ours. and you may not remember it as you… Read more “Central Sun”
I’ve created worlds through it. You won’t convince me that it’s dirty. I’ve heard my ancestors whisper through it, and scream through it and beckon me to… Read more “I pray with my pussy”