"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.

John Wesley Powell, Aug. 3, 1869

Cinnamon-honey

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.

Perhaps,

it is this shallowness that is disconcerting.

This gilded frame

is only

half

of what it once was.

Cavernous mint waters

pool;

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

notoriety

quintessentiality.

Is this worth the cost of

never

landing in the center of this

“curious ensemble of

wonderful features”?

Bugs

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?

Sparking

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?

Yuck.

You know how many wintergreens were consumed in the making of this film?

Too many.

You know how you can get cankers?

Those hurt.

FIFTY THINGS I WANT TO DO THIS SUMMER, or IN WHICH ALI REALIZES THAT SHE IS MUCH TOO EXCITED:

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

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

blocked eyes     blurred ears
melting    muscles
straining
through
the
sieve    of    entangled sinews

mind    folds softly
nudging    some    small
nothing
in    the    inner ear

balance skews    and
wobbles
as    coordination    and    clarity
begin    to rock

Pathetic.

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.