Hey, bird! I say things.  You listen.  At least that’s how it seems to go. I try to say what I mean in the way most pleasing to you.  Sometimes it feels like too much.  But at the same time,… Read more ›

No.  There is nothing you can do. Don’t even think about trying. She loves a swing.  She loves to swing.  She loves the swinging. Why would you want to take any of that away? Especially when she’s giving you this… Read more ›

I always smile when we get together. No matter what kind of mood I’m in, it is always instantly improved by us. And how could it not be…all wrapped up in the silliness of love. Until it happens again, we’ll… Read more ›

Yes. My knees shake and get weak and quiver and click and straighten and bend and kneel and and and… But it’s all to get to you. Maybe you should soothe them with silliness rather than making me do it… Read more ›

I’m like a lake sometimes. I limpid pool of love.  I grow damp in the studio just as much from the heat as knowing that you’re listening. I like to splash around in the silliness until all of you around… Read more ›

What’s the point of the show anyway? Why would I ever want to get together with you and not have you feel like you’re all wrapped up in the silkiness of the silliness? How could I hold on to you… Read more ›