Got a turntable! It’s red! It sounds awesome! And what would this Seattle girl play first but Nirvana, a classic album that sounds killer on LP. No doubt I’ll add Pearl Jam when I find one. Queen is arriving soon, and I’m sure that I’ll be spending lots of time and too much money at KEXP in their Light in the Attic record store.

Cotton seems interested, too. 😊 Especially in the boxes. And my lap.

Nice to have a little something to smile about.



She drifts like the snow

flakes falling soft, aloft

each one an abandoned thought

released from her heaven

piling up non-stop

lulling her to dreamless sleep

in an endless winter

where nights are days

and suns are moons

where love is to lose

and to lose is to have lived

all pleasure is pain

and promises are lies in disguise

she counts them as they descend

…peacefully closes her eyes

~ Emily C.


Authentic ~ The Strix

The next topic for collaboration by The Strix is “Authentic.” Lots of ways to go with this one, as you will see below.  Enjoy the mix.



~ The Only You ~

Give me your bold truth

show me your whole face

reveal me your entire heart

peel back your camouflaged layers

tell me your past, your past’s past

feed me your version of facts

open up your naked soul raw

read me no narratives false

underneath the molded mask

lifetimes of crevices and cracks

tears left miles of salty marks

but so did smiles with their spark

creased by giggles, laced with love

every line I kiss, every line adored

authentically you

the only


I want

~ Emily C.

~ from PoetGirlEm


~ Das eigene Haus – Your Own Home; street photography Berlin, 2016 ~ 

The meaning of art is slightly different in art than for instance what it means in philosophy. Everything I do is authentic, because it was me who did it. Therefore, all I create is authentic. The photograph I choose for this topic reflects what is, to me, authentic in society nowadays.

I took this photo last summer and it has disturbed me ever since. It shows an impromptu homeless camp under a bridge. The thing is, as sad as it is, that´s not what disturbed me. What did, was the poster that had been recently been added to the wall, although this is a well-known place for the homeless since it´s in good area in the city and thus a bit safer than others. 

The poster titles: “Das eigene Haus” – “Your own Home” – an advertisement for an exhibition about housebuilding. I´m still speechless at the thoughtlessness that made those men put it up there… That´s how society is nowadays: the poor and the rich side by side, with the latter mocking the former. That´s what is authentic in society in my mind…

~ Sarah

~ from Art Expedition


~ False Or Copy ~

“False or copied?”


“Fake or floppy?”


“Genuine and real?”


“Came from the original seal?”


Authentic antique, my soul is,

Supported by unquestionable evidence,

That is how it goes, that is how it is,

The soul does not lie, it is full of elegance.

I…….it represents its own nature,

A belief that can only be comprehended by me.

To show virtue is to see a little feature

Of what is like to be me.

So you continue asking:

“False or copied, floppy or fake?”

And all I say is “NO, NO and NO” till you see me in my casket.

I almost break,

Just to be like everyone else, but now…….now I just remember the ache.

So I say “Yes to genuine,

Yes to real and yes to my authenticity”

That’s the sign for me to shine,

Indeed, complexity full of simplicity.

~ M. O.

~ from EmotionsOfLife


In a world, in which even leaders are turning to manufactured evidence and try to sell that to us for the truth and/or try to convince us the truth is fake, I really feel we should address the importance of authenticity.

Why is it, we feel we can’t be ourselves any longer; we became scared to be authentic?

The color of your skin, your gender, your sexual preference, being rich or poor should not hold you back in being you. Whatever may have happened to you in the past, or has been inflicted upon you; don’t let it hold you back either, to pursue your dreams. Don’t let anyone convince you, you are unworthy: we ALL matter.

The journey you take usually is more important than the goal you try to achieve, however sometimes the goal itself outshines the path we walk on.

Please, don’t turn away from news-stories, because you are sick of hearing the painful truth about what is happening in our world. It is your world too. Maybe you think what happens for instance in the USA or in Africa doesn’t affect you directly: think again. The world just seems big, it really isn’t.

Reach out to, stand tall together with, support, fight in a non-violent way with, your neighbor at this earth. Listen to each other’s stories, help when asked for, so we all can feel whole again.

As soon as we stop being authentic, stop telling and sharing our real stories and true feelings, authenticity will be lost in shallowness.

~ Patty W.

~ from Mimosa Pudica



Expressions Crossing Continents



Topic by Patty
Featured Image by Sarah
Logo by AlpeJohn 



I could not live without the woods

without a seagull overhead

without moss growing on bark

without water flowing nearby

I could not live without rain

without clouds or a dark day

without sun to clear the sky

without mountains in my eye

I could not live without my words

without a soul that beat in color

without the heart of another

without that heart’s trail to wander

~ Emily C.


That Thunder

God…that thunder.

I felt it before it came. I felt it long after. 

The air trembled. It rippled through my core and stopped my breath, for a moment. For a moment… I thought it was you.

It was you. 

I stared at the giant trees towering on the horizon like sentries guarding my deciduous heart, shielding the haunting winds of pain rolling across the ocean from a past I’d long sailed away from. 

I had burned the map.  

Having kept it, attached and patched, for so long…now my heart was falling, lining your meandering path in dead veins that crumble under the weight of your being.  I watched, frozen in place, while you strolled over me, like I was never there.  True…I was never there before.

My voice is too weak. You do not hear over your own tears. You follow your heart to where you remember me.  My hands emerge from the earth reaching like roots for you, for a brief touch, just long enough that you feel me…

You only trip.

The lightning cast shocking strobe images of your face in my retinas; it seared pictures in my soul of a man I swore would never come back.  But you did.  I have waited.  The petrification had set in and I had resigned.

Now to only come back to life.

Too late — parallel universes of mirrored regrets playing games, a dance in the firmament; always to see, forever to feel, never to have.

You were looking for me in all the wrong right places. 

Turn around. I’m under. I’m over. I’m next to. I’m everywhere.

Just close your eyes and see.

I felt you before you came. I will feel you long after.

God…that thunder.

~ Em C.



Edge of Town

Really love this song. A great one to sing, and works well on my harmonium.

I discovered my new favorite place. In Seattle, our local kickass radio station is KEXP. You can listen to them online, they play everything I love and more…huge variety.

They moved last year to an awesome new location by the Seattle Center, with a gathering space with lounge couches and chairs, an excellent cafe, and a DJ booth that faces the main area so you can see them dj’ing live as they pipe the station into the room. To my surprise, they also have live in-studio performances by bands as they come through town for concerts. I’m going to be spending a lot of time there, I do believe.

So this week, I got to see the new (at least in US) band from Australia called Middle Kids, who just released their first EP last Friday, 6 killer songs. New fan. This is their song “Edge of Town.”

Edge of Town ~ Middle Kids

As Love Dies

the roses on the table wilt in slow motion
blackened edges of velvet death
an upright casket vase props ripened scent
morbid display of love’s attempt

hung heads drop resigned to fate
clinging yet still to tender layers
memories long tainted by anger
each a story to tell if given an ear

like a tin photograph daguerreotype
a moment recorded on time’s silver vapor
never as beautiful as when it was taken
entropic decay the only thing certain

as love dies, a rose dies
as a rose dies, a love dies

— there is still water in the vase

but some things can’t be saved

~ Em C.