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wouldn’t that be something♥️

This is 50♥️ June 4, 2022

📸: @caitloughran ♥️

Did you check out my storewide sale yet?

Im selling all the remaining After The Violence merch for 25% off through Saturday. Its my birthday week and I want to celebrate this major milestone in my life with you!

Use the Discount code MEMORIES on t-shirts, bandanas, lyric journals, and the limited edition vinyl. Head over to the store and grab one of these items before theyre gone.
Link in bio.
I love you♥️

The last day
of summer school
I went to a party
and missed curfew
You chased the car
that dropped me off
at the curb
I bet that boy
Was terrified of you
I swam through
Your roses
Pretending until I
Couldn’t
My legs and arms bled
from so many thorns
A trip to
the Emergency
Room
should have been
Enough but..
it takes what it takes.
June is all about
The roses
And my birth moment
I have always
Loved the way you
Loved roses
And that memory
Is enough for me
I don’t have to
Grow them or
save coffee grounds
Or think about how
to kill Japanese
beetles
Sometimes I’ve tried to
love what you loved
A type of penance perhaps,
for the way I was
so thoughtless and destructive
I especially loved
Your roses in the
Early morning.
And I still hold regret
For ruining them.
But there is a wild rose,
Blood-red and generous
Growing here at our
temporary House
It’s found a way without
The expensive fertilizer
Climbed up to the porch swing
to catch an earful
Of living amends.

Lyric journals are here.
Layout and design by my sweetheart @musbkc with @legacycreative.co.
Photos by @enowenphotography
Also designs by @erichurtgen and
special forward by @coreysfrey.
Link in bio to purchase.
Kickstarter friends -these will be coming to you soon!
I love you❤️

✨Behind the scenes✨

The making of my limited edition
splatter vinyl 😍
The green and pink look like ribbons from the album cover

Thank you Rob and crew at VRP!

Grief
Can be a paperweight
A smooth and solid
Heavy object
that loved ones can
See through
Under an
Ill-get-to-it attitude that
Keeps us from
Leaving
The burden we paid
can be pretty
Used up and
chipped but
Still keeps the
Documents
In order
It can break your toe
Or smash a
window
when necessary
Sink it to the bottom
Of the ocean and
Gravity
sandblasts the Awareness
that
We are
More polished
than ever.
I can put it all
On display
In the living room
Where
On my mantle
Out in the open
So others may feel
the weight of
Letting go

I found my dads
Jeans
in a box that
i had tossed them in
when we moved and
couldn’t bear to
give away
It was
Much too heavy
a load
for me to carry back then,
trying to make
One more decision.
On Sunday
I tried his jeans on.
He had a
handkerchief in
each pocket
One for him
and maybe one
for Mom.
They sat in a box
for Three years
in a garage
with all the dust and
Cobwebs but
I still unfolded
One and
held it to my face
to catch just a brief
Scent of what
was left
and there was plenty.

4:06
Once I was told that womens brains are like spaghetti
and mens brains are like waffles.
When I picture spaghetti I always see
sauce on the ceiling
in my kids hair
and all over their faces and
how long its gonna take to clean all this shit up and
whos washing the dishes.
When i think about waffles,
waffles, waffles are good
for breakfast and for dinner.
Theyre sweet and happy and they
make a memory.
We can all remember
the last time we had waffles.
So women must be less than
to have a spaghetti brain- its messy and
I guess a man
Is orderly in his compartmentalized mind.
(Im not picking on men I love my mans compartmentalization He
keeps me steady but this was a mans observation)
But women are not less
I actually think
womens brains are like a tapestry
woven together…
to work and work and work on your story,
always adding.
Finding the color and texture
weaving it into one another; making
a One-Of-A-Kind beautiful
priceless life.
Our minds can remember the tiniest detail.
Our eyes see what is missing.
Our ears can hear the whisper
of a heart breaking
of a new love beginning.
A scent can transport us back in time-
a camp fire or a handkerchief
that smells like
your mamas bathrobe pocket
And sometimes we can only see
the knots that are tied and
the edges frayed but
all of heaven can see your beautiful
Brain.

Yes Jesus loves me

When I first caught on fire
My feet remembered and
I ran like a child in
an all day game of hide and seek
That was when i was never tired or worried
and fields just kept going
And me in my girl-ness
was faster than the boys and
I had all the confidence in my strength.

I was 26 and flew around the coffee shop
I didn’t need shoes or money
and cussing stopped
Now a smile is the strongest muscle
inside my body

What I believe makes me
want to run all day and jump into somebody’s arms
because there are no
Side Hugs in heaven and
This much love deserves a
much later Bedtime
and a whirling dance
in wildflowers

Before the fire
smiling was hard and
skin hurt to be touched
Now it’s peace lilies and letters.
Old women sit with me and talk about Jesus
A Great Pearl passed down
Sand glistens on their fingers
They cry reading scripture
Don’t follow them, follow me
I’m almost 50 now
and I know
I can love Someone
so much that
when I mention their name
I tear up
🎨: @celia_rose02

Come out next week for a benefit concert. 100% of the ticket sales goes to support Ukrainian refugees 👇🏼

Hosted by @JohnMarkMcMillan
I’ll be playing a couple songs along with @andysquyres and @markmathis. See you there!

Charlotte for Ukraine 🇺🇦
Benefit Concert
At the Visulite Theater
Thursday March 24
Doors at 6
Tickets $20

Ticket link in bio

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We’ve been listening to test pressings all week, and are closer to putting vinyls in your hands soon.
Thank you @noblerecords for giving us room for a sweet listen.
I felt a bit insecure playing my music in a record shop with all the cool people hearing it 🙈
I’m super proud of this record.
“After The Violence”

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