I Will Lay and Make my Bed There

Diminish

At a terrifying pace,
the sunflowers flicker and burst,
tremble
and wilt.

The dandelion seeds are mosquitoes
(welcome home, East Coast)
drifting in clouds
towards the trains of summer,
as they slip back into their pounding forests
and wild night—
diminishing—
their lights visible only on the boughs of sentinel pines.

How can they be set down, forgotten?

They are the last living lamplight.
They are the sole surviving flame
fading
when we need it most.
When winter—

That tired place where the unresolved is ruler
Where we are so much slower than the time it takes gardens to die—

is coming.

All the tattoos, music, and art work on this site is my own except where noted. Feel free to contact me for CDs, prints, or tattoo appointments. I don't charge anything unless it's a significantly large piece, but leave it open to you what you feel like you can afford/want to trade/give.

xoxo

Noel'le Longhaul

You Are The Stories I Have Told For All These Years

A song that could have gone onto This Is My Name Now, but I’ve finished making the CD cases and have my layout all figured out, so I’m just putting it out as a single. Speaking of CDs, I’m gonna start mailing these around soon. If you would like one (they have extra songs, covers, and additional audio, other than what I have available for download on Mediafire) let me know and I can mail one to you. Sending me a couple bucks to cover shipping would be much appreciated. I’m really excited about the CDs themselves—I’ve put a lot of work into them. They come with a patch and some yarn. (The yarn makes sense, I promise).

I will add, perhaps redundantly, that I am against the idea of intellectual property, and my work is a reflection of that not only in ideology, but practice—feel free to copy, reproduce, sample, or otherwise alter anything I have.