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you make me wish I wasn’t homeless

Hello, I wrote a new song.  First it was called You make me wish I wasn’t homeless.  Now I think it’s called Song for Danielle.  Wow, and it was her birthday yesterday. The song is heartfelt and has some funny parts, and I hope you like it.  Please hear it if you can and share with… Read More »

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floribunda

Hello, how are you?  Do you remember when I was talking about the ecstatic poem I wrote that felt like a song?  I wrote it at our friends’ house near Eugene, when I was at a gorgeous bush of white roses, watching the pollinators.  I got into a different mentality.  It’s called Floribunda.  Well, I… Read More »

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Reagan

Recently I heard this song by Killer Mike about Ronald Reagan that blew my mind.  History like this–wow.  And the ending makes me exclaim every time.  Such a brilliant culmination of everything he said before that, and such a strong, real response to that weird flag waving, teary-eyed nostalgia I remember, when Reagan died. The… Read More »

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ears

“Can you do me a favor and grow your ears really big so they turn into wings?  And then I can climb on your back, and we could fly around?” I asked Ming. “Sure,” he said. We were lying in bed–I was touching his ear and making it flap like a wing.  His ears are… Read More »

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good music

“You listen to good music!” Ming said. “Thank you!” I said.  “There’s a lot of good music around.”  I was hearing this medicine in Spanish. “Look!  Jaguar!” I said.  “Snake!”  There’s a jaguar on the art for youtube.  Jaguar is special to me, for sure.  I’m nuts about snakes also. spiritual scientist I used to… Read More »

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dance park

“Hey, honey,” I said to Ming.  “What if we danced in a vacant lot.  And then a bunch of other people started dancing in the vacant lot too.  And it turned into a dance park.” “Mmm,” Ming said. “Yeah!  Wouldn’t that be cool?”  I imagined we put in a good dance surface, like the springy… Read More »

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goddess temple

We went to the goddess temple so I could finally meet the caretaker.  She’s been there a while now.  But I was hiding out and laying low, as I grieved my mom.  Grief is the hardest work I’ve ever done.  So I didn’t meet the caretaker till yesterday. She made muffins and served us fruit… Read More »

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embarrassed

Hey, guess what.  I posted on facebook about the recording I did of the Bach song I love, and a link to the soundcloud file.  Then I got really embarrassed, like it’s no good, and took it down from facebook. I was playing the recording for Ming, and all I could hear were the flaws. … Read More »

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vulnerable

Being vulnerable is worth it.  I wrote that song “beautiful,” and wasn’t sure I liked it.  Recorded it mostly to get down the tune I’d figured out, so I wouldn’t forget it, if I set is aside. There’s another verse I left out impulsively about feeling like a rabbit.  I guess it’s now the Lost… Read More »

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beautiful

Hey, I wrote a song.  It’s called “beautiful.”  It’s about misogyny, fat shaming, emotional labor, and defining someone’s worth based on sex appeal.  It has one explicit word and one mature theme. https://soundcloud.com/robotmad/beautiful Mostly it’s about what I learned about gender in my family when I was a kid, some boyfriends I had many years… Read More »