Friday, December 28, 2012

& every breath we drew was Hallelujah

The sunset was so beautiful today that it was transparent.

Colors don't speak to me, they grey in comparison to the wonder that black lines on white paper can sing.  At 4:30, though, colors faded just as words and papers do, and the medium was lost to the meaning.

I couldn't smile big enough, so I opened my mouth and I laughed.

Joy is above letters and behind the sky--when my mind searches it is often afar off, but it is imminent in my soul.

Friday, October 12, 2012


It's raining outside and I can't see anything for all the water in the sky.
I'm bundled in an ugly mush of funny layers, a Peruvian hat, and one leg-warmer (I've lost the other for the time being) with darkening peach tea in a mini jam jar to my right.
My one class is cancelled.
I'm listening to my INHUT playlist and admiring my dance-chipped toenails and working on my essay about time.
I'm trying not to cry because life is slanting beautiful, just like lavender rain.
I could hardly be happier.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

This was one:

"Little duck cabin place.
In an old boat on dry land with his guitar and the sort-of-company she provides
while writing postcards.
Strong sun plays Spanish chords and
Utah breezes carry the sweet scent
of dry baked pollen and manure.
(Each particularly strong gust ruffles the feather in my hair--I
pretending to be an Indian.)
I wish I had a disposable camera, because those capture this empty-happy
feeling.  Cow feeling.
I love it.
There are very few moments when I realize that I am happy."

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Nothing Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

"In thee my soul shall own combined the sister and the friend." - Catherine Killigrew

Sleepy little beach girl, sun slapped and color kissed, sprawls atop the humidity of the back seat.  The sunset is gone, but the dark lavender-pink clouds of Boston's summer nights pool across the sky like the tide.  Our contented dreams fill the silence of the car.  Sometimes when I ask her something she does not respond, and I think it is because she is lost in all the pretty thoughts all tangled up with the salt in her hair.

Friday, June 22, 2012

John Wesley Powell, Aug. 3, 1869

roasted salt chocolate
streaked cheesecake
layers melt hundreds of feet high
creating a shallow
frame—whether for
minted water or
lemon-blue sky
I can’t decide.

it is this shallowness that is disconcerting.
This gilded frame
is only
of what it once was.

Cavernous mint waters
their natural beauty
belies artificiality

as man-made as
the mouthwash
they remind me of.

Sweated faith
Concrete trust
Red dust

Canyons fill for
forty-nine years.
Histories drown in
five-hundred-eighty-nine months.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
A seventeen-thousand-seven-hundred-ninety-eight day
flood has gained permanency

Is this worth the cost of
landing in the center of this
“curious ensemble of
wonderful features”?

Saturday, April 14, 2012


Tell me your thoughts and I'll keep them safe and sound in a glass jar with holes poked in the lid so they can breath.

(That's where I keep my most important thoughts, too.)

I'll give them leaves to munch and sticks to climb and fresh flowers every every day.

I'll take care of them because I love you.

But really, I'll keep them because maybe someday our thoughts will get so mixed up and comfortable that we'll forget whose is whose.

Doesn't that sound nice?

Wednesday, April 4, 2012


This post is dedicated to the dear pirate in my life.

You know how wintergreen lifesavers spark in your mouth when you chew on them?
It's pretty fun.
You know how it's usually light in the daytime?
Quilts are only so thick.
You know how hard it is to catch those sparks on film?
It's hard.
You know how gross it is to pull the quilt-made-tent off and realize that you're open-mouthed crunching works rather like a chunky sprinkler?
You know how many wintergreens were consumed in the making of this film?
Too many.
You know how you can get cankers?
Those hurt.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012


1 - go sailing
2 - build a treehouse
3 - cuddle in a hammock
4 - jump on the trampoline in the rain in a tutu
5 - do absolutely nothing with my hair for a long, long time
6 - freckles, freckles, freckles
7 - have a watermelon eating contest
8 - slip 'n' slide
9 - press flowers
10 - verb: to antique
11 - take pointe shoes to the beach
12 - picnic
13 - dance, all the time
14 - ladybirds
15 - make something, even if it's really ugly
16 - puppy kisses
17 - little kid kisses
18 - kisses in general
19 - laugh too much
20 - get lost and go exploring
21 - build forts
22 - eat lobster
23 - write letters
24 - go through disposable cameras like chocolate
25 - learn to wake up early
26 - jumping pictures
27 - wear hats
28 - stretch all the time
29 - write essays
30 - read my comfort books again
31 - learn to tie a bow tie
32 - wear lipstick
33 - grow tomatoes
34 - aprons
35 - bubble baths
36 - read poetry
37 - board games by fireplaces
38 - s'mores
39 - play the piano
40 - perfect Puff the Magic Dragon on Dad's guitar
41 - make play-doh
42 - kayak/canoe
43 - homemade fresh peach ice cream
44 - watch spanish movies
45 - braid Eliza's hair
46 - steamroller on the tramp
47 - visit Wayland
48 - keep a regular journal
49 - listen better
50 - say "I love you" more than necessary

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

"Better to wear out than to rust out." - Bishop Cumberland

blocked eyes     blurred ears
melting    muscles
sieve    of    entangled sinews

mind    folds softly
nudging    some    small
in    the    inner ear

balance skews    and
as    coordination    and    clarity
begin    to rock

Monday, January 23, 2012


My roommate's new favorite word is "pathetic".

pathetic |pəˈTHetik|adjective1 arousing pity, esp. through vulnerability or sadness: she looked so pathetic that I bent down to comfort her.informal miserably inadequate: his test scores in Chemistry were pathetic.
"It just describes my life."
She's funny.

Monday, January 9, 2012

When Emma Came to Visit Emma

If a picture is worth a thousand words, this post should be around 9,000 words long. Over double an EE. Over 5.5 times the length of ToK essays. Quite an accomplishment.