Inside of me and such a part of you :: Songs and poetry

Santa Monica, circa '93 (by me) I dance into the white light of flame, cigarette smoke, chipped disco light, I spin in the not-knowing of who I am. The shadows embrace my spirit, grind me to dust, I look to the delicious curves of her next to me, black hair and a biting tongue. We …

Friday Five :: He don’t care for high-tone places

My Baby Just Cares For Me :: Nina Simone Friday Five 5 Things this song reminds me of: 1. Las Vegas in 1996, a last minute decision trip, and the girl I was, all dyed black hair and record store sensibilities, bad habits and romantic naivette. 2. That first night, middle of the night, or …

I was waiting over here for life to begin :: song of the day

A glimpse back into my nineteen year old self... You crept back in when I had just about forgotten, or maybe just given up. I think that was part of your style. your pitch. I did not try so hard this time, refused to, letting myself be just that, myself, and it lit something up …