a powerful fade
hits much that you see
the islands were costly
the bridges were free
it all came from somewhere
and has somewhere to be
but not all who wander
and certainly not me
views: shore
nyc
views: landfill
the resonance which makes the falling land
seem to fluff;
the imposition on the small self image of man
by the struts;
the welcoming spread of well maintained grass
from above;
must include something that drinks of the glass
until full but leaves love
views: north
it seems to go on forever
the moss and the blame and
this land of the skeleton frame
and the pull of the traffic and weather
but rest assured my friend
look long enough, and it ends
Sunday Funnies!
In the tradition of the great Sunday Morning Funny Papers, Sunshine and Wind is proud to present an abstract cartoon. Classic one panel action happening here. Best caption gets a free sticker!
Audio Saturdays: a beat waiting for a hook
Happy Saturday! There are only a few days left in Donald Trump’s siege of America, so it’s time to celebrate! We’ve been busy over here with biz and overhead stuff, so we’re going to continue to post tracks from the latest La Sudar record until we get out from the weeds. Keep an eye out for next Saturday’s audio feature – we’ve got new music from a new featured artist on deck, as well as a new contest!
But for now please enjoy “What Did You Get Your Computer for Christmas?” off the new La Sudar mixtape, “Extreme Christmas” – download on bandcamp or datpiff today! This is an instrumental jam that would be ripe for a nice hook or a sick verse so let’s say in honor of the world’s oldest terrorist leaving the White House this week, Sunshine and Wind will donate $50 to Stacy Abrams’ FAIR FIGHT in the name of the person who sends us the wildest verse or hook for this track.
How it’s going: pt. 5
i think the thing i miss most is people
i’m a sort of ghost myself,
haunting my possible futures
dreaming of the day i can walk into a bar
with an open mic and say
well i haven’t really prepared anything
but here’s an old song
How it’s going: pt. 4
the more spaces
in which existence is held
the larger the frame of reference
of the lizard brain
i remember, i remember,
your mind screams
when you’re running
How it’s going: pt. 3
there’s no other word for mind
nothing else feels like
the soft molding of clay
in the right hands
How it’s going: pt. 2
our next guest
is borderline at best
the finger rises
becomes a hand
i slink from the wall
instinctively
How it’s going: pt. 1
most mornings the bells ring
and i squint with what i hope
are fresh ears
against the curtain walls
and try to discern the echo
Sunshine and Wind 