Come on and take that ride :: songs and poetry

The Plays the Thing (by me) Sometimes she is wistful for that girl from Neverland, she was a constant source of who knows what, a night bird in the streets. Flapping her cape of mysteries at that corner cafe, enticing passerbys with blueberry scones, on lazy daisy Sunday mornings. Music was always playing from painted front windows, and she would dance, without a modicum of modesty. With her toe ring and a towel around her dripping hair, another dye job, wet pastels on her fingers. Never frightened by the thunder that echoed, not until the fist of dissolution hit her, … Continue reading Come on and take that ride :: songs and poetry

And when she came back she was nobody’s wife :: Under the Covers

Famous Blue Raincoat (live) :: Tori Amos Jane left in the middle of the night, leaving no note, no reason or why, though I knew very well where she had gone. She had tried to warn him at the start, that night in back of that smoke filled bar, her red lipstick staining the glass she held lightly in her hand. She told him then that she was clumsy and careless, a restless sort of girl, and that everyone sees their life in her eyes, until she’s gone. Thing is, Jane would say, she never saw her life in anyone … Continue reading And when she came back she was nobody’s wife :: Under the Covers

We all want something beautiful :: song of the day

Keep Art Alive :: “Feathered” :: Art by Kelly Haigh I remember falling in love with acting, with performing, with the sound of my own voice echoing from the walls of a stage, with the sound of applause, and, most of all…most definitely of all…being able to slip into the skin and words of someone else. To lose myself in a role, to be disguised, to be seen as someone so far away from me, the freedom in that was like a drug – contagious, addictive, and divine. I sat around with the other “actors“. I admired them more than … Continue reading We all want something beautiful :: song of the day