Author: katie potter

Ants Like Rain, Fucko!
(Shoulda gone marching before the storm)

All that I can really say about this is that it happened after about 50 or so hours of consciousness, and I was staring out of the window that was directly in front of me fixated on a single leaf on a bush across the street that had water dripping off of it because it had been raining earlier that day.

It’s like… Traditional Americana meets John Coltrane and Chick Corea in an opium den. Yes. I will go with that.

My Place

From far across the great divide
I see what it might turn out to be
Once I fall into the chasm
Once I finally find my place

Sure enough, the coast is clear but
I cannot take a single step
Strangled by a lingering stigma
Keeping me from finding my place

Requiem for Yesterday

Stoplight waltz and the way you said things
Words danced gracefully off the tip of your tongue
Charisma, baby, you’ve got it
And your eyes are drowning in it

No More Miracles?
The End

I am genuinely sad about Code Blackgoing off of the air. I was able to handle it when it was first announced, but now that we’ve seen the finale I’m stuck in a weird, sad pseudo-state of disbelief. Everything wrapped up, I do appreciate that there were no hanging ends… but that can’t be it… it can’t be over! That show was beautiful, every character …

The Air Here is Restless
Halibut Point - Rockport, MA

The land is hard and rocky, tough and relentless – large, layered and smooth, crawling from the sea, prehistoric giants lunge and fall and stay. Halted. Unable to go any further.

Piles of broken rock and boulders overlook the shore, they guard the ends of the earth. The land here does not belong to man, it belongs to the earth – you are a guest here, a visitor, and a student.