the art of being alone

I stood at the bus stop waiting
for you. A car with a flat tire
drove by, all scraping metal and withering
mechanics. The campus lights blinked
to songs stuck in their heads. I could
disappear and no one would notice.
I'd be another cloud of breath
clotting the stars.

?is.a.singing.girl.still.cute.if.nobody.is.there.to.hear.her?

Nataly Dawn's backyard infiltration tour

I believe she is booked for mine quite soon, come complete with an entourage of buzzing bee roadies, one for each fret.
Ticket sales for woodland critters on reserve now.

Don't be dissuaded by the snow.
A springtime voice that channels the collective warmth of a fleet of robins into a tight, focused laser beam for your ears, hearts and fingertips.

If you tip the badger merch girl, she might hook you up with a phone number.