Grief, joy, anger, humor, dreaming —
all of it belongs here.

I write to survive my own insides. I share in case you're surviving yours too.

Pick the song that looks back at you. If you don't know where to start, this is a soft landing.

Below are a few singles I've released between albums. (My full albums — FVNERAL of False Selves, Crow Family, BYRDS, INTERLVDE and GORGEOUS (trigger warning)— live in the menu above.)

🪞 Mirror, Mirror off the Wall

Most streamed.

A song for the days I need to be held. For the mornings I can't say a kind word to myself.

This is the mirror work Louise Hay taught me, set to a melody I could carry in my ears. I look into my right eye. I stay. The room lights up. The little one inside stops bracing.

You don't have to believe it yet. You can just show up. The mirror will wait.

→ Listen to Mirror, Mirror off the Wall

🔥 I Can't Make You Happy

A song about guilt as an outdated signal, the death of "nice," and what rises when I stop performing calm to keep the room fair.

I wrote this from the inside of guilt — the kind I carry even after I've already left the fire. This song is what happens when my nervous system is still apologizing for the version of me that kept everyone else afloat.

It’s for release. I’m still shaking some days. Still feeling that guilt snake up my throat when I choose myself. But this time, I’m staying.

→ Listen to I Can't Make You Happy

Thanks for landing here.

May your feet find their next step without rushing.

A little crow's on the wire, keeping watch over you. 🐦‍⬛

11:11 Lyrics

11:11 Lyrics

My soundtrack for the days when my brain tries to catastrophize everything and I need a reminder that choosing a gentler thought is still progress. It’s Law-of-Attraction for tired moms. The kind of magick I can do one-handed while a toddler demands impossible banana repairs. This song is where desire meets permission, where my future self taps through the noise.

This song is my reminder that alignment can happen in chaos, clarity doesn’t always need quiet, and relief is a legitimate form of magick. A tiny hinge, a small letting-go, a better-feeling thought. It doesn’t have to be big. One gentle thought at a time — that’s how my future finds me.

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BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO — Lyrics

BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO — Lyrics

I wrote this one because my brain loves to sprint laps around nonsense, so I figured I’d give it nonsense with a purpose. This song is basically my emotional support spell. I made it for the mornings where my mirror looks at me like, “Girl… breathe.” It’s me learning to soften the ask, loosen the shoulders, and act like reality is already rerouting. The absurdity helps — magick sneaks in easier when I’m laughing at myself. I’m learning that magick doesn’t always need candles or Hebrew — it just needs me to stop poking the spell and let it boom

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Good VVitch — Lyrics

Good VVitch — Lyrics

I wrote this as a diary-spell while learning how to rest, shift, and stay soft when everything tilts. I’m not a master—just a witch-in-training trying to bless my mess, laugh mid-cast, eat like Eden, and listen when Crow nudges me toward gentler magic. These lyrics are my practice, my mirror, my tiny spells toward becoming someone steadier.
May your mess meet mercy.
May your mirror answer you kindly.
May your practice be enough for today.

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Baby God Armor — Lyrics

Baby God Armor — Lyrics

Built from the oldest protection ritual in the book and remixed through chaos magick, it’s what happens when prayer gets a beat drop. Cleanses your field, reboots your will, and leaves you humming like a freshly saged modem.. Side effects may include clarity, laughter, and spontaneous boundary upgrades. A devotional you can dance to—equal parts spell, sweat, and serotonin.

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UGLY BEAUTIFUL — Lyrics

UGLY BEAUTIFUL — Lyrics

This song comes from the night I gave birth in a rundown Oregon motel. With my history of sexual trauma, a hospital felt overwhelming, so we stayed where my body could stay calm. The room was cracked and strange, but it held me better than any bright, clinical space could have. Ugly Beautiful is the sound of that night—fear humming around the edges, angels in the corners, my husband at my side, and a birth that unfolded quietly and safely in a place no one would expect. This blog tells the story behind it.

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