<![CDATA[Cheryl Casden - Words]]>Wed, 05 Aug 2026 16:10:29 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[WINTER IN NEW MEXICO, MUSIC FEELS SERIES]]>Wed, 06 Dec 2017 08:00:00 GMThttps://www.cherylcasden.com/words/music-share-seriesMUSIC FEELS SERIES
[three tunes that are making me shiver, shake and shimmy]
TASH SULTANA FROM AUSTRALIA 
This chick is no joke, the best female performer I have seen, so passionate aka FIRE! She's like Ani Difranco meets Byork meets Peter Tosh. Really can't stop listening to this right now. Notion is my favorite, it's the second song in this Tiny Desk. 
ANDERSON PACK FROM CALIFORNIA 
​It's no joke, Anderson Paak is a genuine genius and that smile :)
TANK AND THE BANGAS FROM NEW ORLEANS
The intro, the meat, the ending, I loved everything about this performance. A mixture of spoken slam poetry, slow jams, and quirkiness. The personality of this band is pure love and creativity. I am thoroughly turned on! 
]]><![CDATA[every time, a poem]]>Tue, 05 Dec 2017 18:57:02 GMThttps://www.cherylcasden.com/words/every-timeArchives

December 2017

Picture
In the beginning it was your laugh,
the way you said my name.
The way you looked me in the face,
not just in my eyes but all around,
to my cheeks, my hair, my mouth, bruises, new earrings.
I was excited to be new, for you.

Those big smiles you offer up on the daily,
breathing your ideas into my moonlight. Breathing.
Night walks with you brings the roots down,
down into my belly, up into my heart,
up up up to my mouth, laughter. 
To my eyes, understanding.

An ocean of butterflies made every time,
every time we meet eye to third. 
Every time.
So beautiful and crazy,
to even await the thrill,
The thrill of your gaze, the height it brings.
Looking down, of course,
the end I see. I see. I see.

​2017
]]><![CDATA[Speaking to Trees again, a poem]]>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 22:28:03 GMThttps://www.cherylcasden.com/words/speaking-to-trees-againPicture
Speaking these words into existence,
I yell loud, loudest to the tallest hanging fruit to
the highest high,
FIND ME OH LOVE
Lover, the tallest love.
Now here, connecting to my own words now
makes the eye in my heart shutter and grow now.
Get closer getting closer. Gravity. I mean
the meaning of life, the colors outside the lines.
I am a soul walker, making my self vulnerable and strong, stronger than the tallest tree rich in its' fruit, mangos, plums.
Please let me anchor down,
let me plant my roots into you, your heart,
It will feel good, just trust me
I’ll hold you if you hold me up high to taste that height.
Higher and higher we will go together,
only to fall from the top, drop drop drop. 

​2017
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