underground

"I think I can remember. Give me a second?”

I could tell you a lot more about The Girl With No Name if I had the time. Suffice to say, we were 

close friends.  I’m tempted to say best friends, but that's tricky since I still don’t know her name. 

Thing is she doesn’t know her name either; she forgot it, along with “a bunch of other trivial stuff."

simple thing, heart in motion

handing me a knife to chop zucchini 

lights glittering over salty dogs

sitting on

a 

cajón

days I dance 

happiest!

really.

capable 

yet

 questioning

 why else would we be here?

summer-ness

It's summer y'all!

AND. . .

 -if I may say- 

an exceptional summer it's been!

a respite from rain
a few lovely months 

t-shirts and shorts 

(tank tops and tattoos)

outside the city. . .

the Oregon Coast 

a retreat:  the Columbia gorge

in the city

a plethora of p's!

pie

 painted toenails

 pools (and squirtguns)

parks

portugal. the man 

at

pet-aid

Portland. . .

OH!

you do summer right.

papercuts

quote of the day

"It's about 
FINDING THE INFORMATION and ACCESSING THE INFORMATION

It's about molding the herbs responsibly. 

It's your turn."

- unknown

wait.

persistence baby, that's where it's at

I told myself 

shade of blue I couldn't put my finger on

eyes watching from every door

 

and show yourself baby 

show it 

to know 

whether they know?