I enjoy playing with words
Music is my love language
I’m not trying to date you,
but I do like conversing…
Fuck ice
My menu entries:
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hearts & stitched a quilt of magic
8-ball answers of “Try Again,”
“Possibly” & “If only the distance
were drawn with purple crayons,
then all of this will be worth it.”
& it will be
It’ll be getting dark soon
& I can smell the fiddleheads
bursting through the glens.
Wild strawberries & mud puppies
rushing past the widowed hemlock,
itself flush with disease & not
to be trusted with swinging.
It’ll be getting dark soon
& I can smell the fiddleheads
bursting through the glens.
Wild strawberries & mud puppies
rushing past the widowed hemlock,
itself flush with disease & not
to be trusted with swinging.
#MusicChallenge 🎶
Song about your favorite color
Teal is my favorite color, even though the inference here is of its chameleon like qualities
youtu.be/RvyXV-rYA2o?...
#MusicChallenge 🎶
Song about your favorite color
Teal is my favorite color, even though the inference here is of its chameleon like qualities
youtu.be/RvyXV-rYA2o?...
But I wonder to who
what it is you're saying today.
Mary Anne, do you remember
the tree by the river
when we were seventeen?
Dark canyon road, I was coy in the half-moon;
happy just to be with you,
and you were happy for me.
youtu.be/ocr2-7W1GHw?...
But I wonder to who
what it is you're saying today.
Mary Anne, do you remember
the tree by the river
when we were seventeen?
Dark canyon road, I was coy in the half-moon;
happy just to be with you,
and you were happy for me.
youtu.be/ocr2-7W1GHw?...
The worst part is waiting for the soup to cool, what do you wanna do while we wait?
Listening to ZZ Top’s Tres Hombres
The worst part is waiting for the soup to cool, what do you wanna do while we wait?
Listening to ZZ Top’s Tres Hombres
1st and 2nd pic - smoked trout topped with garlic butter, served with dill crema green beans and potatoes.
3rd pic - Salmon topped with spicy Korean bbq sauce on a bed of garlic green beans, and white rice
(Yes, green beans are my fave😝)
1st and 2nd pic - smoked trout topped with garlic butter, served with dill crema green beans and potatoes.
3rd pic - Salmon topped with spicy Korean bbq sauce on a bed of garlic green beans, and white rice
(Yes, green beans are my fave😝)
There's a penny in the lake
But it's not what I thought
It's just someone's wish they forgot
wrap me up
youtu.be/lX5adLHQobY?...
There's a penny in the lake
But it's not what I thought
It's just someone's wish they forgot
wrap me up
youtu.be/lX5adLHQobY?...
lighting up the night sky
as cherries burst into song;
& they wailed into the wee
hours of late winter,
melting Lake Champlain’s
dark chocolate hearts
into puddles of tenderness
& mossy soft breaths
lighting up the night sky
as cherries burst into song;
& they wailed into the wee
hours of late winter,
melting Lake Champlain’s
dark chocolate hearts
into puddles of tenderness
& mossy soft breaths
Eyes in the moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
youtu.be/k0W_ybghFzg?...
Eyes in the moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
youtu.be/k0W_ybghFzg?...
Using the crockpot almost feels like someone else cooked for me tonight, & we could’ve mashed together
Listening to Bonnie’s Give It Up
Using the crockpot almost feels like someone else cooked for me tonight, & we could’ve mashed together
Listening to Bonnie’s Give It Up
I heard the offbeat
sound,
grass growing
as all I touched
turned violent hatred,
I lived in Dostoevsky
and died in Woolf;
that was my
heart breaking
and the stones filling my
pockets
maybe I am the criminal
and my life is the sentence
#bedroomeyes #vssdaily #vss365 #faesense #poetry
I heard the offbeat
sound,
grass growing
as all I touched
turned violent hatred,
I lived in Dostoevsky
and died in Woolf;
that was my
heart breaking
and the stones filling my
pockets
maybe I am the criminal
and my life is the sentence
#bedroomeyes #vssdaily #vss365 #faesense #poetry
cigarettes in the locker
room after 6500 meters
Reflecting pools of Bordelaise
smeared on Prussian china,
retrieved to hold the poutine
I miss the smell of hostas
as they rot in the august
sun of late September
cigarettes in the locker
room after 6500 meters
Reflecting pools of Bordelaise
smeared on Prussian china,
retrieved to hold the poutine
I miss the smell of hostas
as they rot in the august
sun of late September
you erase part of their love
until finally one day there is no love left
instead they see the way the sun rays cast beauty upon water and how each step taken away from you feels new and like magic
you erase part of their love
until finally one day there is no love left
instead they see the way the sun rays cast beauty upon water and how each step taken away from you feels new and like magic