the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Category: hippie

i look at you in your indian dress/ wrists scratched raw by blackberry thorns

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consumed by scanned images from country women magazine

via gravel and gold

image: COUNTRY♀WOMEN #22: City-Country

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skeleton dancing (with glasses)

River gonna take me, sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home
It’s a far gone lullaby sung many years ago
Mama, Mama, many worlds I’ve come since I first left home

Going home, going home
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul

Going to plant a weeping willow
On the bank’s green edge it will grow, grow, grow

photo: woodstock from here
singing: a ditty from the dead
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When the mother bird returns

I am a student of wrens.
When the mother bird returns
to her brood, beak squirming
with winged breakfast, a shrill
clamor rises like jingling
from tiny, high-pitched bells.
Who’d have guessed such a small
house contained so many voices?
The sound they make is the pure sound
of life’s hunger. Who hangs our house
in the world’s branches, and listens
when we sing from our hunger?
Because I love best those songs
that shake the house of the singer,
I am a student of wrens.

(Baby Wrens’ Voices by Thomas R. Smith)

(continuing on the earth momma vibe and thinking of them with their beautiful swelling bellies.)

(photos from owlsnest)

with the wind blowing through

(i had to keep this somewhere.)

(via reference library and download the book: hey beatnik, this is the farm book!)

as the old pal would say, “beardo”

mother’s wisdom

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“Everybody forgets drunk men, but no one forgets a drunk woman.”
    ~Stevie Nicks’ mother

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I was the mistress
of my fate..
I gave it all out…
If I’d really known you then,
you would have had to watch out…

(good bootlegs and gnarly gnomes)

more hair peace, please

 

found this gem by way of moldy doily and am resisting the purchase of the tina turner tee with all my might.

because tina turner in a leather mini and jean jacket rekindles the days of living on 13th street and walking down the train tracks with the best friend and his feral dog.

sincerely,

big hair forever

10 horses and a UFO

the other woman keeps playing in my headphones.

which led to this post from the famous other, may pang.

an astonishing discovery: john wore women’s jeans.

boho eyelashes and lanky like olive oyl

 

 

and a ditty for spring love:

 

up country

inspires this beyond hippiedom spread (found here):

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