LIVE @: A Summertime Trip to The Big Apple

[Travel Writing, by Kendra Muecke. Phish Concert Series, The Baker’s Dozen, Summer 2017, Madison Square Garden, NYC]. I woke up quite groggy, confused on transmissions — Where was I headed today? Why had… Continue reading

Sleepy as Pancake

Geometric are the angles that coordinate the  cheese of said mind. I prance along closer, but have forgotten my next line— It was an uncertainty within the age of reason. It was me… Continue reading

Moaning for Isolation

Disney is a hoax. Taking replicated redemptions  Of magical stories And selling them back to Society as a fairytale. 

Sundae, Mundane

You make me feel like bread, when you cut me up. You tear me into slices, and feed me to ducks. 

Gringo Sauce

And you would write terrible poetry If you were a Barbie; “I’ve been called a nag more times than I can count And do you listen to me? then All would be perfection.” 

Where The Buffalo Roam: Night one.

Maybe this would be the perfect time to write a poem if you could remember to do this then you’ll be fine. ————— [Phish @ Dick’s Sporting Goods Arena, night one] [Sept. 1,… Continue reading

About Time

So step, step into the sunshine of my beauty with you, transcendent prizes of hair soaked in golden and blue, Step, step closer, up on to the stands microphone in hand, as I… Continue reading

The Dozen

So much air does the vac take to be around in life with the being of essence in hand Alice is no idea of demands reminding of thus bars its time to farm… Continue reading

Field Notes: Slanted Poetry, Tales of Drunken Sound

{‘Tis to be a flower, and so exact. Allowed to be alive and filled with fact, and once upon a theme, I found — the craft, To be, To be, To be, Softly… Continue reading

Mountainous Man

In the beginning, there was a man, moving swiftly; left to right, foot by foot, edging up to the summit of inner in her heart.