Brown Leather Jacket


​Eyes blink open and close in the brown leather shine

His jacket reflecting off of the nearest yellow road lamp

While the rain falls if only to pursue a companion

Windy whispers chase tussled locks at the intended target

Dense drops slide off his shoulders in damp residue tracks

Huddled and clutching his elbows with white knuckled fists

Heavy hearted expectations channel self and keep one intact


Strong enough to smile back at the few who notice him

Hiding self behind wishes to express every true emotion

He hums an unfinished tune of absent desire in his passion

Cigarette balancing between nicotine stained thumb and forefinger

As each booted footstep reverbs off of the pavement

Swallowed by silence in his moment of contemplation

He wonders if she ever gives him the same consideration

The golden pin attached to the front pocket flap
Shone brighter than the sun at different angles
Not distinguishable through the rain or the subsequent fog
But flashes of intent collect the most of any peripheral

I am grateful for sleep❤

We speak into this silence, until it’s over


He stares out through the windshield

One hand on steering wheel

The hand guiding more than mind

As mind is fixed on more than now

The dog at his right bobs his head up and down

He drives on

Through the crowds

No one knows

They hear him though

He looks back through the rearview mirror

Eyes locked behind or, in front of me now

We speak into this silence

Until it’s over, it will soon be over?

He drives away

So much for faith

Just another day

Lost in fate


I am grateful for foggy mornings❤

mind Over matter



It pours

in and out of consciousness

As I float in the world

of imagination

Where hearts beat

as one in the collective

Accumulating experience of

feelings to differentiate

Determination brings thoughts

closer to the surface

Where they trail out of mouth

and into the heavens


and we’re free

to do what we want

when we want to do it


Knowing only self and what

I have witnessed

Trying to relate with that

knowledge and gain

some understanding

Of what it means to be


All of this in one

form of interaction of

opening soul up to

Anyone searching…?

Active listeners who

appreciate the intensity

Of another without

the employment of taking

each gift and knowingly unwrapping

Choosing to discard rather

than salvage it


and we’re free

to do what we want

when we want to do it


Just a simple task of

mind Over matter



I am grateful for The Fancy Pears❤



There is only a slight difference

In countenance, as we continue

The sentences that build up

This conversation

As I tell myself it’s only

A hesitant sideways glance that

offers no room for notice,

Or mention, of opinion that the

current moment in time

Weighs more than the last


I am grateful for heavy lifting❤

Be a Pearhead

Be a Pearhead

My band The Fancy Pears has a few social media accounts that you can follow if you want. We’ve been playing a lot of shows lately, as well as working on new music at home. It’s been a whirlwind of an adventure but I’m pretty stoked about it. We found out this morning that they are playing our song Sunsweat on the local radio station! Happy Saturday everyone❤

Twitter: @thefancypears


Monthly Archives: July 2014



Posted on July 29, 2014 by 
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock…

The repetitive banging
Off-beat but continuously striking
“Wake up!” it says
But I always assume that
it’s all about me

I lay here questioning the urgency
A message to me, to you,
to everybody, the universe
A slew of emotions
tumbling topsy turvy
Penetrating my thoughts and
giving voices to the faces

A conversation of unimportant
sentences that are completely unassociated with anything
worthy of interest
To me, there I go again

The hammering slows as
laughter flows in through
the basement window
Intermixed within the jovial chirping
of the sparrows
Happily munching on the seed
I just purchased

The sWOosh of each car that passes
A different noise adding to
the consistent nonsense draining
my awareness
Proclaiming innocent happiness
Unknowing that not everyone
feels the same


Uninhabitable Hollows

Posted on July 13, 2014 by 
Everyone is asleep
While I find solace in
this empty closet
Sitting on the floor
comfortable and writing
Absently twirling a wayward strand
and chewing on bottom lip
These habitual reminders that
we never really change
(Except maybe our levels of
awareness and perception;
We all sometimes feel the
embarrassment from judgement
Thoughts that solidify
forming concrete structures in
our minds
Uninhabitable geometric spaces
that appear empty and dark
Some days I want to bulldoze
the whole city down
But as they say, the sun
always shines after the night
Illuminating these hollows
within our minds
Power igniting to imagine
new beginnings
Replacing each structure with
rows of flowering trees
Thoughts that I find now as my
hands dig through the soil
to plant the seeds
Preparing myself for future
times of solitude
Just like this
Where I can spend these
precious moments
Smelling the flowers and
enjoying the beauty
Instead of closing in and
retreating to the stories that
never end


“Gas $3.89/gal”

Posted on July 9, 2014 by 


Two pages;
The realization that
the end is near
How bittersweet, the
emotional response to
my awareness
The first writing, not
too similar to my
practices of today
An entry to begin and to
witness a life of change,
Titled: “Gas $3.89/gal


I Sleep

Posted on July 7, 2014 by 

I Sleep

The unpredictable scenario of

scattered checkered boxes of

trees, crops, houses, roads, cities

Every outline seen as a view into the life below

With the imperfect slices of bodies of water

Curvy strands branched out across

the land

Until meeting together in

lakes, ponds, rivers, sounds, oceans

Changing quickly underneath

Unnoticed, as the attention to detail is not as focused

Other senses claiming victor of the current state

of flight;

of mind

A journey in the night, wandering

above treetops, and

whatever else

is stumbling about

Companions to a lonely beast

Hungry for the instinct to keep

flying forward;

or right to left,

sky to ground,

Skimming the surface of one of the

random pools of water;

mirroring the sky,

silver from the darkness

reflecting the moon above

To get a quick drink, or a delicious

bite to eat

Maybe chance a glance at the

furry face in front of me

Slightly distorted by the motion

from the ups and downs

Feeling the touch of sustenance

sliding over nose

Cool, the wetness leaving a residual glove

until air has wiped it away

Lifting up, mouth full and

body light in contentment

the steady push of cold air gliding over

eyes, nose, mouth, ears, tongue

Sucking in the fresh air forcing

its way into lungs

A numbing embrace of throat

to help concentrate the breath

Until wings become heavily satisfied with

the path of flight

Slowly making way to cave or tree

Watching sunrise morning after each evening

then hiding from the vulnerabilities

of the day

When the rest of the world

explores the places that I’ve seen,

I sleep.




I am a Person

Posted on July 1, 2014 by 
Titles and labels

Insignificant one or two word liners

that create six faces of intolerance


“Who are you?’ they ask

when “What do you do?”

is more applicable


I am a Writer

I am a Woman

I am a Liberal

I am an American


How appropriate each response

seems to fit into each individual’s ideal, those

digging for classifications so easy to understand

Can we be so conveniently defined?


I am ME

does that count?


I am Nobody

According to the other unknowns who

consider their days worthless

without the comparison to a

him or her


I shed these definitions like

a snake, picking up and eating the scattered

bits and pieces of debris falling off

Just a common creature

vulnerable to attack or

persuaded to defend,

if necessary


I am a Person

Living in a world of other people

Focusing on the similarities

of love and compassion

Instead of the boundaries

of differences to hate


I am Human

Who are you?

Porcelain Darling



Enchanted Doll by Marina Bychkova

Do you see me,

As I would

Like to believe I am

Or, as a porcelain darling

Unrecognizable to


Offering nothing

Redeemable of

Deserving appreciation


As I continue my days

Feeling phased out

Of connecting with

the personified

corporation of

egotistical Sirs-in-training

who smile broadly

at pretty faces while

building glass ceilings

for anyone other than



So I politely fill

My role as I’m supposed

To, smiling widely

At those surrounding as

The power hungry

Continue eating all of

Our worth

I forfeit the games

if only to survive


I am grateful for experience❤