Out from Under the Boardwalk

Out from Under the Boardwalk If you said that you could hear my voice speaking through the seagulls at the beach, I would believe you. I’d tell you that if you stand in the right place at a specific time, Like say, When the crows fly home, You could forever embrace the talk of my… Continue reading Out from Under the Boardwalk

“World Peace a Thing” Music Video

Enjoy the Music Video for “World Peace a Thing”  by Kendra & the Bunnies on the album, “of Vinyl”    Streaming now on all music platforms  Tangible albums also available for order on my website. Additionally, this video is up on my youtube channel. May You Have a Peaceful Weekend ☮︎♡   #MusicVideo #WorldPeace #Hippie… Continue reading “World Peace a Thing” Music Video

Oh, Tweeze!

Fidgety is not something I am, It is something I hold, I act as if this timber’s got a mould— as if I am so unconveniently tame, as if I get chopped down and told to behave, as if my page rages from the left of the right, as if the morning wakes up to… Continue reading Oh, Tweeze!

da Capo.

Something interesting happened tonight; I forgave myself for all those missteps, mistakes, misshapen moments. I forgave myself for looking twice before crossing the road, then three times, then an even dozen. I forgave myself for over-watching my own human-bound figure with such over-powering precision of intensity that at times, I lacked ability to move. I… Continue reading da Capo.

Phantom, Pt. III

I woke up from the dream-boat, The one that held only me and you, But when I woke up, I did not wake up next to revelation, Nor did I wake up to you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I was asleep in a bed, disguised as a casket. It was filled with my lame attempts to stay grounded–—… Continue reading Phantom, Pt. III

London Dry

She’s flipping through the stares, rolling back her ivory hair, and I’m certainly down to feel this way. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The spell of Kendra found me reading a book of Shamanic studies, a love story collecting & healing with the four winds. In essence, to burrow up another level in structured posture. May this letter speak… Continue reading London Dry

True Blue

I’m screaming because there’s nothing left but a girl with a smirk on the stage. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Shining roots wrap around the cherry of her tongue & a jury, she belays. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Dust & daunt The baited swan, galliant & gaunt in structure. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A stapled note for on my head, Fed & said, you mustn’t… Continue reading True Blue