
give
take
let some days
do the same
to you

Ok, so, full disclosure here
I wanted this to be
so much more
but
it is what
it is
And yes my mom
My Mom
is indeed why I even play music
(beyond the obvious duh)
who has been to every concert of mine she is within 4+ hours of
who listened to dvorak incessantly while i was born
who always has the classical station on
who drove to idaho with the river on repeat for
however many days
who never once
made me think twice
about being what/who i am
as musician
person who does this
I’m so overwhelmed with gratitude
and love for her.
I honestly thought
Oh
I’d do a whole suite
or two
but this will have
to do
for now
just a composition or a feeling
or no none of that
really just me sitting down again
on another day
and she is why
i am able
and want to
make songs
in the first place

i don’t know where i’m going
and i
end up in this room
where i make music
fairly often
and it’s just a
passageway
or maybe
passageway is the
space between
thought and
thought
thought and
hope
and fear
or maybe
passageway
is the place you dissolve into
where you are loved entirely
desired even
your place here
passageway
the lost useless
passageway
the cost of
no rhyme
passageway
passenger

a catastrophe
broke the sky open
no more watching
watch it
went to the women’s march in downtown LA yesterday
it was good to be there, not knowing what or why
i was by myself as i am not good at organizing intentions
and also it was total chaos
but the brain just can’t comprehend how many human beings were there
alive and
united
i’ve been to big protests
against the iraq war in portland
but this was just, beyond comprehension
and endless stream of
hope, honestly