Am I the only one
who sees the setting sun
and shrugs and calls it done
without a single feeling
my mom is the original Appalachian dream queen and the love of my life and today is her birthday.
They got a vintage Victrola 1951
Full of my favorite records that I grew up on
They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24
Set 'em up Joe and play "Walking The Floor"
Set 'em up Joe and play "Walking The Floor" Vern Gosdin
if you are not following the fuckin genius VISUAL ARTIST / PHOTOGRAPHER @melissastilwellphotography -- you ain't doin' life or Instagram right.
YALL. What new (or new to me) music should I listen to, today?
This question brought to you by the fact that I was creepily staring at this picture of my brilliant dude @kentuckyjohnclay -- a champion for all good shit - and even while he's out in the California sun producin' what is sure to be a killer record on @debbymusic -- he's also reminded me to listen to @thelocalhoneys , @william_matheny , and @timlancastersongs today!
My ears await! Suggestions in comments, please?
Here's a poem I wrote. It's called "with everything pitiful and left of me"
I look to you.
What I find on your face is an expression as thick as the South's summer;
simultaneously welcomed and unbearable.
I know you've found another place to grow up,
Kentucky is now suspended.
Kentucky is now the place you failed to
make me a woman.
Make me a woman that does her man right.
I look to you
A blink can fill a blank.
In second grade,
I passed a knock-knock note
to a boy I liked and he made a paper plane out of it -- and my heart crashed
once it careened under another girl's chair.
i'm thirty two now and still looking for you to
Sit me down in that chair and prompt me with a : "Knock, Knock, Who's There?"
What men don't get?
I don't want to tell you the punchline.
I want you to be Who. Who's there.
I look to you.
One day when my mother is gone and my father is gone,
will anyone else think I hung the moon?
I can't wrestle myself out of bed in the morning -- or slow myself into dreams at night -
without wondering :
when my mother is gone and my father is gone,
will there be anyone left that's unrelenting, for me?
A familiar yes sticks in your throat -- like finding the sleeve in your favorite coat.
And at night,
when the excitement of environment
wears off -
and again, another night
again, again, -- another night
I find myself somewhere I suddenly don't want to be -- anymore,
you know -- its cyclical when-- more than one stranger has said to you, (to me, I mean, here) "Honey, it don't matter how pretty you are -- if you don't look happy to be here," That's when
I look to you.
And I promise
with everything thats pitiful and left of me ,
i love you too much
to ever make you turn around,
to make you look back at me.
there's a man that's in the shadows
that I'll always want to know
this 📷: @jonhensley
pretty is as pretty does
nuthouse sessions // coming soon // with eyes and ears and hearts by: @melissastilwellphotgraphy
i live in light years
what the future looks like featuring Foosh the Dog