a message from mi and a little book to make

“Helloooo Gloriousitty of people. I am mi (not ‘me,’ just ‘mi’). I hope to see more of you – and yu (my big friend) sends his love too – we might even pop-up in a city near you. Keep singing songs that are made up, like the ‘benchy song’ and visit us in Museum City whenever you wish. Toot toot and beep beep xx

…also, Mi and Yu have heard about this whole lockdowny thing and are very sad. They’ve sent a little book you can make and fill in – just download the front, on the front of a piece of paper, then the back, on the back of the same sheet. Cut it in three and fold and hopefully, you’ll have mi’s little book to fill in (or just make a plane, or scrunch it up, or use it to wrap a brussel sprout…)

with love xx

I glanced up from the flame, carefully shielded in palms

to keep the Leith wind from silencing its light.

And looking up, maybe it was afterglow, but it felt like all the spirits of those we’ll never

see again, were rising, into the night,

becoming stars.

Maya says it best xx

(a tiny pea of a post)

I love you xx

ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

If anyone’s still out there, I apologize for being away many seasons and I return, smash-bang in the middle of a complete nervous breakdown and want to start using this blog to tell some tales from my life (as well as the nice stuff, poems, pictures, silliness). These may be triggery as they involve dark times, when I was little and bad things happened. And I grew older and bad things happened et. al. But there’s so much beauty there too, I feel lucky. I’ve experienced such incredible times, people, curiosities, worked as a singer in Paris, rock bands, busker, actor, performer, dancer, accordion-player, artist, illustrator, clown, have had books published and re-printed around-the-world many times, won awards, so many mysterious and exciting situations, more than a soul could wish for – awesomeness, wildness, mayhem, bliss.

I succumbed to twitter, sadly. It has taken a long time to understand how soul-crushing it can be, especially for those who have been broken at times in their lives. And I convinced myself the illustrated poem things here were rubbish, like myself. But that’s going to change. I will get better and stronger. “This too shall pass.” I love you and hope many good-and-sweet things have been in your lives – and not misery, or despair xx

N.B. all typos are intentional (sic.)

he struts like a stallion

he strits like a stallion