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Juno Moneta

Wednesday, September 30, 2009


On one side
a pile of papers
On the other
a door

Behind the door
surprises

Through the papers
release

I am stuck
with a coin


Once

tails

Twice

tails

Thrice
tails


All signs
to the weight
to the word
to the imaginary
kaleidoscope
lullabies
communion

If I had
a proper hat
I would
go

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September 30, 2009
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The beginning

Tuesday, September 22, 2009




I had to take a walk. I had to move. Just like Gump said. Except I didn't run, I wandered almost aimlessly trying to find something beautiful at the end of summer.


No Subject

Hide and seek. Behind the ghostly porthole lies the warm belly of progress. A place to curl up and let all worries evaporate as you are gently tossed by whispers of machinery: woo-shee-woo


No Subject

He never let me down. Never left me waiting at the chapel. Never accidentally stepped on my foot. Never stood between me and the sun. Ryan is a pre-determined orange name birthed on rocks. All knowing and all unknown. Thus, he rules.

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September 22, 2009



Love Song For A Schuba Diver

Thursday, September 10, 2009


Every year, when the sun starts to get lazy, I seem to slowly retreat into in a melodic haze. As if songs could warm me up the way summer has... so like magic, I fall back on the epic notes, tried, tested and true throughout the years, the rivers, the mountain tops and tall rye fields and let myself be rocked by sounds that remind me of home.

I want to share them with you. Scroll down.


You can click the title to listen or click here for the complete playlist on YouTube.

Iron & Wine - Trapeze Swinger
Radiohead - Street Spirit
Margot and the Nuclear So & So's - A Sea Chanty of Sorts
Bon Iver - Holocene
Giselle - Silk
Silversun Pickups - Three Seed
The Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm
Phatnogram - When I'm Small
Nina Simone - Feeling Good


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September 10, 2009
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