By Allen Ginsberg
I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless place
Where I was lost alone
Folk looked right through me into space
And passed with eyes of stone
original songs, house concerts, workshops
By Allen Ginsberg
I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless place
Where I was lost alone
Folk looked right through me into space
And passed with eyes of stone
The hardest part was getting the ends to stick together. There are many videos online about how to make a Christmas Star with dough. Ours was homemade yeast dough with orange rind & orange juice concentrate. I love how pretty it came out. My first try ever.
Here’s my beloved Mukilteo Peat. I was insane to be up on the pony and out of control with that sweet old National, but all’s well that ends well….
Tiny violin shop inside of a human-sized violin. And all the little ones are playable!
The following sonnet was a gift from Zeke, rediscovered in the walls of our kitchen as it was demolished. We’re finally starting back up on our remodeling. Three exterior walls and two interior ones framed. Roof has new, strong rafters. This sonnet makes my eyes leak… Thanks Zeke!
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