Highway

The moon’s on full
FM
Full moon

The speaker in the sky
She’s loud and wise

The highway I’m on
is shimmering

The signs shudder
One more strand of light
One last wisp of wand before night

The highway I’m on
is shimmering

The streets are bare
Everyone’s tuned to the glare
It’s just me, street
Wind and hair

I’m writing with my hand covering the light
So my friend can still see when she drives
Turns are fast, changes too
I still have a patch over my eye
Over you

The highway I’m on
is shimmering

Long live the Sparkly Queen!
She came from the east
and sets in the west, like me

The trees are like claws coming by
They’re Ozark stark, black and blue
I still have the aftertaste of you

The highway I’m on
is shimmering

There’s something about these streets how they fuel us
There’s something about these streets how they fuel us
There’s something about these streets how they fuel us

 

-From the Bitch +The Exciting Conclusion ep B+TEC!  Go listen HERE

-Ferron also covers the song on Boulder.

London Ontario with Ferron

Was a blast. First, Ferron and John played, then called me out for the last couple songs. Then, Alligator and I came and did our thing.

Thanks to everyone who invited us to your amazing event. The oldest lesbian film festival in the world! Right on! xo

Bugs

 

There are bugs and you have left

Outside the sky is heavying to black

 

Are you ever coming back?

 

I wanted to love you down every path

I don’t know why I didn’t

Now I’m out here where the lands are flat

Flat-lands

One car off in the distance

I can hear it’s every move

Without you

 

Are you just gathering to storm, is that your form?

 

There are mushrooms sounding out their lonely

Summer’s beginning

 

There are one-leaved, and two-leaved

And three-leaved, and five-leaved

But no you, not now, I am left

You leave

 

Are you just gathering to storm, is that your form?

 

 

-written in 2007, recorded on Blasted!  Go listen HERE

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas poem

 

Christmas and all the presents are wrapped

finally, after four o’clock,

two Scrabble games, ice cream

i’m buckling down with my blankets,

bailey’s breath, my teeth

for a short winter sleep

 

under Santa stars

and twinkle Claus

and anticipated Opening

 

 

-Bitch, 2010