Extract from Innercraft Podcast with Meido Moore It has been raining a lot in Vancouver the last few months. The overgrown everything plump and vibrant green; sky to sea linked in gray gradation. I never know when they will happen, these misty morning mashups- but I’m always glad.
You could fit everything Billy didn’t know inside a donut hole- which is where he learned that not all stairwells lead to heaven, bagels aren’t a given and that he was about to walk into the ultimate meaning of a min-maj-9 chord.
early demo club gets this emailed. just sayin’.
Music for Existential Crisis? 🧡🌺✨…
I wrote this at the start of lockdowns, for someone far away whose name starts with E. It’s about the comfort we can take in a memory (the key of E) while things are rough.
a cathartic meow turned roar
nebulous clouds don’t last forever…
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What you aren’t. (Happy?Fulfilled?) What does it shine as? ✨pictures + feelings? 🖤 Rumbling story? How long does it do so? A frustrating game of pin the tail on the donkey. Poor donkey. ✨Word now shines as a luminous force of creation- a playground blossoms between us. ✨ The donkey was tied up- I didn’tContinue reading “The towering artifice of aloneness.”
A Sing-a-Ling is described IN a Sing-a-Ling, THIS IS A SING-A-LING.