i just went on a music-purchasing frenzy … included are the following artists:

animal collective
blonde redhead
brooke fraser
delerium
the gossip
jem
jennifer warnes
judy garland
la roux
ladyhawke
lisa lois
mika
mr. hudson
oi va voi
owl city
passion pit
sissel
‘til tuesday
vienna teng
2raumwohnung

now i need to find somewhere far aware to drive to so i can listen to all of it without interruption.

just hanging out in my favorite handmade muumuu. thanks, nana.

I spent the afternoon recording one of the first songs i ever wrote - “Moose”.  The title has nothing and everything to do with the story behind the song.  Enjoy.

after almost an entire day of laboring over what to wear to work for halloween…i settled for the most unoriginal costume.  80s.  

I finally ordered some business cards today.  

With burning proof

I’ve ostracized the mess.

Look close into the deep ravine

and try to find 

a place where pain cannot impose.

it does not exist.

Tragedy has summoned me

from this unconscious state,

and how tight my grip

around the grief does hold.

But it’s just mortal material.

This alone should compel a paper soul

to respond with finesse

before the collective groan 

finds its way into our ears.

The multitudes cry out.

Wounded with ignorance,

to the brim with despair,

there is no room for hope.

There is no niche.

Only the fervent outgrowth

of our minds.

Fertile is the mimicry

I raise my hand

and thus accept the blame.

Let our texting little fingers

spell out the code of conduct

for this game.

And I’ve chosen to accumulate

reasons to abort

the technique bestowed

with favor

on the heads of those

who won’t

let themselves give in.

Our matchbox dreams

are reappearing

with no end

to their reminding -

re-establishing the rhyming

and I interpret it as loss.

Will my future soon then

integrate

my childhood aspirations?

In a leafy pile

they sit

and when I glance

in their direction

I am flooded by

the heavy drops

of old conviction.

I’m unable to avoid

the guilt-filled downpour -

and I am washed away.

The present is

a vast display

of what I own.

If I could mine my way

to sunlight

I might reclaim the land

and call it home.

always a good thing.

a feel the prescence of a beetle

his claws

are scratching up my throat

he’s been held captive

far too long

he’s yet to see

the gleaming light

of sun.

maybe

if i try

to rearrange his room

and lie

about what’s going on

outside

he won’t attempt

to find

a good escape.