Kitchen jamming

layers of a blanket swaddled cocoon a womb remove your sweater step into the sun what identity have you left here? There is none She danced in the prismatic light - she danced as if no other soul was in sight. Pirouette The color…

Blindest eyes scan your scenes like a surreal pastel painting red, blue, gold, teal and green Pristine picture fit for tainting Gaussian haze erases meaning. Formless faces - you'll go unseen. where when the darkest path it never…

I've been drifting in my head After midnight I escape my bed Misplaced compass I spin around Shifting pictures they wisp and confound

My grandmother used to cook 'pastiche' for supper, which was basically all the leftovers that she wanted to use up. It all went in the pan. The name seems applicable here, since I just kept throwing musical spaghetti at the ceiling until something…

Kitchen story telling

Another Low cover. Just me this time. ~Kat Kat: vocals, harmony, keys

To my friend who was accidentally shot by her sister and to her family who were destroyed, to my niece's teacher who stepped in front of a bullet for his students, to the peaceful protesters putting their lives on the line to make our world…

To my friend who was accidentally shot by her sister and to her family who were destroyed, to my niece's teacher who stepped in front of a bullet for his students, to the peaceful protesters putting their lives on the line to make our world…

To the person who left me for dead in the crosswalk of 11th and Idaho, October 5th, 2022. ~Kat Tom: guitar, backing vocals Kat: vocals Does it matter if it was intended? Does it matter if no one's to blame? Does it matter if nobody saw…