Dec 2, 2021

from Every Girl A Sorcerer

On the corner of Hopper Road & Magritte Lane, lives a damsel in this dress, see. 
It's a green dress which has accompanied this damsel around the world and for years now.  Just the two of them as well as a surprisingly compact portmanteau with many splendid treasures tucked within -- a mandolin, a cloak covered in stars and moon and said to be possessing magical qualities, a tea cup and saucer and solar-electric kettle, a geode filled with hot purple light, crystals in colors typically only made visible above and below and behind and in all ways prepositionally related to the stripes of a rainbow, many assorted keys, ancient scrolls and miniature tomes, elixirs in bottles changing daily in color like the sea and the sky, and many other items to discuss, including, of course, a special compartment for this one particular green dress which had arrived on a crisp autumn day, years ago, 20 years in fact, on her 22nd birthday to be exact, wrapped in pristine glassine, delivered to her home address with a note in mysterious, yet strangely familiar longhand that read:
To adventure is to live! ~S.
And that was when, compelled by the invitation of an intriguing note and a dress the color of the earthiest, truest green, her adventure began.   

© 2021 Amanda Gates-Elston



Jan 3, 2019

new year, new electro pop song start:

   i am 
   a cornucopia
   of fluttery things
         (of fluttery things) 

 tinsel -- stencil -- tinsel stencil pencil  (repeat)
 listen, gentle lentil, as i tell you: (repeat)

 of a song...!

Mar 15, 2018

May 16, 2013

Words about a hat (for hi-hat)

Today you flew!
The wind it blew! 
You off my head!
Into a major intersection!

Whipped high like a plastic bag, you fell --
a parachuting piano,
a bird unfolding,
a half-life in double time,
a pocket's escape 
You landed, you lunged, you paused ferocious 
now glided coolly along the crosswalk,
oceanic Atlantic Avenue
your Abbey Road.

Then a taxi ran over you.
And a jeep.
I did not breathe.
You soldiered on,
determined to cross the street.

I waited for danger DON'T
to cool to permission WALK
and as it did, you turned 
left, to cross another street.


 I waded out into Atlantic, 
my hair a lashing mess of 
landline wires & guitar strings,
and as I approached,
you stilled mid-seastream
a grasshopper fish, 
legs coiled with song;
my clamorous mind calmed,
to a one-note cat, 
preparing to 
I caught you!
And carried you back to!
sidewalk safety.  


I've inspected you many times since, 
expecting to see
some mark, some proof
of your tempestuous journey,
but the tires left not one trace
across your humble, tweed face.

And I look at you still,
hoping to behold
that flashing spirit,
that ability, 
that curiosity, 
that yearning 

To fly! 

I'd have been blue to lose you, sweet hat, 
but I regret the precision cat 
who stopped you in your song,
who sometimes stops me in mine,
my 'fraidy cat...

To stand against the wind, 
thinking one can control 
that awesome force, 
or to let go and truly live?
Perhaps that question is answered best 
by the weight of one's own fabric,
not by choice;
yet, in places where 
there are no signs
to direct one's moves, I see that 
one must throw caution to the wind and just
b e  w i l l i n g  
to fly, 
to dance,
to sing, 
to swim, 
to wail on a blues guitar, 
to do & be so many things, 
to be to be to be!

(solo for wind instrument)

Apr 27, 2011

for the love of theatre!

dear readers!

hi!  so, a talented and wonderful theatre troupe -- aWe Creative Group -- is goin' to scotland! to present a fantastic play called G.I. Joe Jared; Based On One Really Bad Date written by a wonderful playwright, amy e. witting, in the Edinburgh Festival Fringe.

the group needs a slingshot to get them from nyc-bklyn-queens (over the high seas, mind you!) to edinburgh!  click on the link below, getting to know these wonderful peeps as i know them (see vid!), find out when you can see the show in nyc! (hint: this july!), and find yourselves so endeared by them that you will want to put them inside your purse. or want to open up your purse and flip sweet coinage their way

for the love of theatre, for the love of scotland (as you know, i am rather partial to both), 

p.s. i went to the Fringe as a spectator 10 years ago.  it was bliss.  it's in my atoms for the rest of time.  i wish aWe Creative Group joy and magic in their adventures there this august : ) 

Apr 22, 2011


dear earth,  how are you?  you can be honest.  happy earth day!  we are celebrating you today!  as we should be doing everyday.  your ecosystem is spectacular, by the way.  thank you for providing an amazing home for us humans and animals and flowers and trees alike!  thank you for your simplicity, your symmetries, and your wild uncontainables. and your beautiful colors!  you're an inspiration.  literally!  you allow us to breathe.  it's scary when you go through seismic shifts. i wish you wouldn't!  sorry to accuse you.  they're hard to understand, though!  i know that in anthropomorphizing you, i'm trying to make you take responsibility, as if you were a corporation.  thankfully, you are not.  there is plenty that humans can take responsibility for on the corporation front, the civic responsibility front, the global responsibility front.  in calling you "you," it's probably a give-away that i see you as a protective force, like mother nature or like a god...probably hoping that you're looking out for us (knock on wood!).  you know, even though science could be seen as indifferent, and this is a helpful viewpoint sometimes, i also know that everything -- e v e r y t h i n g ! in our global ecosystem responds to one thing, and it is the opposite of indifferent.  that thang?  love ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )  so, earth, if you're ok with it, i will continue to address you as you : )  as a living, breathing being which feels and responds to love.  i hope we give you love everyday -- not with the tacit understanding that you'll protect us as in some kind of alliance or business deal or as if you're a fatherly president or a loving mama bear, but with the hope that we meet you halfway in the magnificence and responsibility of being here together.  through love, i hope we find focus in egoless, planetary goodness.  yours truly, amanda  (just a tiny planet walkin' along on this big planet!)

Apr 15, 2011


 my love for plaid continues.  
and all things scottish. 
resistance is futile.
i'm scottish on my mom's side, henderson. 
wish i knew more about my roots. 
do you know about your roots, readers?
do you identify with a particular land or culture, even if you're a mutt?  
this is an oil pastel thing i did the other night.
 i had a wacky thought that maybe i'd join a scottish drum group for a year and march in the parade : )  silly.