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Tag : Natalie Wiseman Wheeler

16 Jan 2020

The evolution of the soul…

Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds *is a third born unicorn *cannot read maps *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.  

15 Jan 2020

Welcome to your life…

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read map *will not need to worry about how to untattoo her eyebrows when that fad ends *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare […]

15 Jan 2020

Unfinished poems

Unfinished poems tossed between dreaming and drowning… About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read map *will not need to worry about how to untattoo her eyebrows when that fad ends *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her […]

11 Jan 2020

Locks are hell

Good riddance Nerves in the wind Frightened ambivalence Decades of falling into the abyss Though no fault of my own… Now the hard climb out It nearly breaks The soul Tbe heart But with each breath With each step I Feel The keys may not be heaven But the locks are Hell.    

09 Jan 2020

The quiet ones…

the quiet ones… they often have just as much to say. their loud is just done a different way… About the artist:   Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read maps *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot […]

08 Jan 2020

Silently she speaks

Silently she speaks in shades between the Sun And it’s Disappearance.   About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds *author of  “Traveling in Cars with Dogs” *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will be […]

07 Jan 2020

Inevitable decay inevitable flourishing

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.

07 Jan 2020

Between now and then…

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently writing the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *is 55% German, 35% Swedish, 20% English, 99% night owl, *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.

04 Jan 2020

And the flowers are falling…

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *wishes she was the moon tonight *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters * Holds her storybooks of Pain like picked roses soaked in the midnight rain *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of […]

03 Jan 2020

The Art of Beading and Foraging Pine Sap

Foraging for pine sap About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *wishes she was the moon tonight *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters * Holds her storybooks of Pain like picked roses soaked in the midnight rain *one of these strange days she will be caught […]