“I like to be loyal, responsible, and steady,” I told Ming. “This housing insecurity is uncomfortable. I’m like–what about this place? What about this place? I feel…like a social butterfly, but for housing.” Ming was driving as we ran errands. This was a couple weeks ago in Oregon. He seemed to understand my meaning. “I… Read More »
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 »
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 »
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 »
“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 »
“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 »
“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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »