Flight Patterns

White Sand, White Sand!

(white sands from space)

the sand was so white
that we looked brown
and the clouds looked blue.

Communion May, Communión Mayo

Communion in May. Oh ho lag a day! This time more instruments than players, next time more centaurs and less hooligans, and the time after we can expect more rain than fire, I tell you. I'd like to quote a friend and say "the rocks are doing something, so bode well for the sticks," but that's not exactly what he said as he threw the hat onto the rocket launcher. No need to worry, this is all entirely true, except for the parts I'm making up.


Speaking of centaurs.




And with beliefs green. So spoke the queen. Ah, ye of little faith, and much smaller fingers. The tiniest fingers (to come!).

Dr. Albuquerque

The little hemp-pants wearing man set me immediately at ease. His matching sage green shirt, socks, and eyes (the texture of dried glue) did too. In a matter of mismatched moments he danced in and out of a rolling chair, examined my sore throat, twiddled the sides of his mouth, and announced that he was ready for retirement. He wrote out a prescription in scrawly doctor print, and handed it to me. His eyes gleamed beams at me as he firmly negated my attempts at self diagnosis. This wiley old man, a slight-egoist wearing tan crocs, is my kind of doctor.

Something I Thought Would Look Nice in the Bathroom.

It's time to paint more often. Because it is time to paint more often I painted this picture. When I look at it I laugh. I hope that when you look at it you laugh too.

Love, Christy

Days

No day is all too easy these days, but all the days are long and good. The heat wakes me up early and makes me stay in bed. Often oatmeal and coffee, sometimes just lemon juice and maple syrup. Meetings, errands, calls. Usually a bike uphill. Then four hours in some classroom with too many or too few students. Yesterday short films. I was a cop in the film, I had to sleep while my students stole the piles of money surrounding me. Then I had to run after them while the sun beat down and they laughed, darting ever so easily out of reach. Today songs. We play guitar and sing about birds, butterflies, 'pickle-oh's,' and Finnegan the snail. Tomorrow performance art. A bike/bus/car ride home, squinting into the sun. The earth is so hot. Vegetables to eat and water to drink, band practice. I stay up later and later the closer summer comes, the cooler hours are for the tent, ideas, and the moon.

It's May and Communion is Going to Happen.

Before Going to Bed: Something!

Welcome! The night is buzzing! Remember the item that you left in Chicago? Listen to the Wonderful Rainbow Man! That's me! Listen to the crickets! Roll your eyes. Wiggle your toes, say goodnight to the moon! Wiggle the moons' toes, spin the night! Remember the crickets that you left in Chicago. Roll the item, go to sleep!