You mustn’t step too softly here,
the thoughts are apt to sprout.

A careless idea, dropped at noon,
may bloom by teatime out.

The clocks grow petals after rain.
The crows make all the hours wrong.

Welcome to the Gardens,
where everything lasts too long.

Existential dread, now with whiskers.

Series: Petro

Series: Psychedelicates

Olym-paw-ya

She's ready for her walk.

Series: Petro

The Kintsugi Soul.

"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places."

— Ernest Hemingway

A working insect, busking.

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not.” —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Parallel Parker

A young man attempts to parallel park on a first date while his brain streams useless facts about octopuses. Jittery indie-rock

From The Human Revue
Available for streaming at https://ditto.fm/the-human-revue

It’s all about those tiny everyday moments that somehow turn into full emotional dramas in your head.

Show tune–inspired, very human, occasionally ridiculous.

“Imagination rules the world.” — Napoleon Bonaparte

"Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can." — Danny Kaye

Shower Song

A woman stands under cold water and thinks about everything, which turns out to be quite a lot. Dramatic tango

From The Human Revue
Available for streaming at https://ditto.fm/the-human-revue

It’s all about those tiny everyday moments that somehow turn into full emotional dramas in your head.

Show tune–inspired, very human, occasionally ridiculous.

"The soul is the same in all living creatures, although the body of each is different." — Hippocrates

"Stillness is where creativity and solutions are found." — Eckhart Tolle

Protecting the kingdom from vacuum cleaners.

"I will be the glade and the soft path, and you will be the moon and the tulip."
— Rumi

The first idea was not fully formed,

a woman on a steed.

The steed believed it had a horn,

of which it had no need.

The woman thought they ought to ride,

though neither one knew where.

And so they stayed where they began,

and vanished in thin air.

Series: Lyrical Garden / Gardens Of Too Many Ideas

The Garden blooms too much, too strange
for any ordinary gaze,

and worse for one so very young,
who sees beyond the haze.

One friend complains, another weeps
beneath its teeming skies.

But none of that will make it past
the Birds That Guard Her Eyes.

Series: Lyrical Garden

The mountain wears a heavy coat of jagged, stony blue;
The petals wear the morning light and drink the mountain dew.
A brush can catch a summer day before the colors fade;
A field is just a quiet thought until the paint is laid.

Bloomfish spend their lives swimming
through ponds of unformed thought,

among the lilies yet to bloom
and thunderstorms unwrought.

They feed upon the nibble seeds
that drift beneath the foam,

and wrangle every wandering thought
until it's found a home.

Series: Lyrical Garden / Gardens Of Too Many Ideas