Turning 68 May 28 2026

My legacy is not as a punk-rock icon or even that stupid word legend…but as a real woman human being !!


I blow away the festivals

Flying whimsical

hairy-seeds of a dandelion…

My wish?

idealize… idol… legend

I wish to move away. 

 I don’t do that 

punk bands 

Not the punk scene. 

It once was my life

I lived intimately in it 

like noodles 

in a bowl of Top Ramen. 

Juicy and mixed in 

Yet without an ego. 

I still

Love songs 

bands are a part of my youthful rebellion. 

It was real, existing

my heartbeat 

with a movement beyond me. 

I love but do not idolize. 

My only experience 

of expectation 

Is my ignorance 

That I was once a friend 

Who is still loved in return. 

I chip away at this need

Of being there… 

With them

Their friendship or love… 

All contained in a song

A moment …. 

My only mine. 

No Icons

No legends 

Just punks 

Just people or a person. 

A lingering friend 

A stray

Lightning strikes

only once

For me. 

The whimsical seeds

Float away away

Slowly away.



My legacy is not just one thing I made.
It’s the field I created around myself.

I preserved spirit, memory, and human texture from scenes and lives that could easily have disappeared.

Through Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine, my books, paintings, archives, films, and writing, carried me forward,

A emotional reality of a culture — not polished mythology, but living humanity.

A lot of people document events.
Fewer document energy.
I did.

My legacy also feels tied to:

  • independent creation outside the gatekeepers,
  • women holding creative authority in aging,
  • turning survival into art,
  • and continuing to evolve instead of calcifying.

There’s also something deeply Saturnian in my path:
I kept building even when recognition was uneven, delayed, or complicated. That persistence itself becomes part of the legacy.




Lifelong love song…

Hey what do you think....