imagination experiments of a stardust yogini
Dying, a dance, on a hot spring night. Its flood. The flood. The levees broke and bodies on top of cars, on roof tops, in trees, in the water, on the ground. Just there. No place for them. Where was Bush?
Read MoreHe can dance. We danced to some love song that was probably in DIRTY DANCING. He crooned to me while we danced. This Dad of mine, this Dad I never knew. I was having fun but was a little uncomfortable, too — I felt more as if I was on a blind date than at my half-brother’s wedding being reunited with my Dad after 30 years of no contact.
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I don’t know if I can survive this violin. It’s an undulating magic carpet that has got me swinging from bedpost to bedpost.
Read MoreSnow melting, but the road I currently live on, and the road leading to the highway, is about 4 inches of solid ice. I was thinking of going out today to bring clothing and other items to Goodwill and a large shopping bag full of books to Bookmans, the used bookstore in town. This will […]
Read MoreThis is me singing along to my old band The Halfreeds’ version of Gotta Get Away by the Blues Maggos. This was made by my friend TJK Haywood (Wooden Thomas) about 2 or 3 days before I left Brooklyn. I was packing up to leave for Arizona! There were a lot of Halfbreeds videos made, […]
Read MoreI suppose I’ll have to add these as I complete other things. Many of the things I want to do are done over time (hence the 30 days, 90 days things). But then, I suppose, many goals are done over time, we just take small steps and then we’re there. Right now i’ll let the […]
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holly troy ~ sacred folly 