Unbleached mottled memory

Growing up, I felt like a boy. When I discovered David Bowie, something beyond gender stirred in me. He cracked open a snake egg in my spine and my nervous system squirmed. His voice took me out of my body and put me in the stars.

Last Goodbye – Music Monday

Grateful for the "helloes" in this year full of "good-byes". Good-bye might as well be beautiful. Thank you, Jeff Buckley!

Original Goth – Music Monday

Embrace the strangeness of the world – maybe rather than being afraid, we can create something lasting and beautiful.

Ground In Love

Love is constant - just look.

Self-Love, Writing, Fear, and Substance

Marie Forleo and Tim Ferriss get deep.

American Sentence ~ 33 of 108

17 syllables and bonus - Iron Butterfly!

Passing Time – Music (and movement) Monday

shake . . . everything . . . everywhere

The most beautiful thing

Early childhood Latter Day Saints storybook memory and how I learned that God was not a grumpy old man who spied on me from the sky. This piece is featured in Elizabeth Hellstern's interactive creation, the Telepoem Booth. 

How Does Hippie Johnny Do it? – Music Monday

So this phone call today concerns Hippie Johnny He’s always stoned He’s never straight

Devil You Know – Music Monday

Sean Lennon channels the spirit of his father. 

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