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!
Just added a feather to the last Sgt. Pepper hat! Next task—transcribing 32 more of our favorite songs, words, and chords, and formatting all of them so we can all sing along two weeks from yesterday…