With production help from madefortomorrow, I finished another project! Nova has been so great to work with. I’m learning that nothing will be flawless (on my end) and projects take on their own life; ending differently than you expected. At the end of the day, I just want to create and be proud to make art. Cheers!
And glistening chrome
A band of dark and light
A rim full of brightness
Slick, sharp tongues lapping
Yeah, the night wishes
to be so dark and brooding
and have that mysterious octane
The jade blisters
into the brown
and all the chrome can do is bleed
A see-through membrane
A pool of gelatine and liquid
The glowing orb, behind, the soul sits
I’d give up all my green
And trade some black for brown
If I could just steal your shine
My soul speaks
Like the wind without the rush
You can only hear it
If you close your eyes
Go ahead, close your eyes
Big and black
is just a suitcase
Maybe my voice
falls silent on the walls
or maybe it echoes through it all
Maybe my voice
Is like the catcher’s call
Or maybe it echoes through it all
That great echo
down the hall
since the fall
(Pulls fancy stationery out)
Pens a chicken scratch letter.
It starts, “I promised I would write you…”
But “promised” is misspelled.
It’s pretty much downhill from there.
He’s no romantic.
He barely knows his times tables.
But you were the prettiest girl at summer camp.
And he doesn’t want to lose you.
His best line is, “You’re a real swell dancer.”
And you giggle a bit and remember.
You think you’ll keep him.
Even if you’re a foot taller.
He signs it, “All the best, Ace.”
Which is what you called him,
When he missed the archery target by 10 feet.
Hold on to these never ending years,
Hearts held together by scotch tape
And friendships forged in blood.
When every day is new,
And every night is forever.
In this current season of political chaos and personal strife, I have felt uneasy; like there is little I can do to help. In the middle of all the swirling negativity, this is my prayer.