and now he just sits in silence

weez (of caught daydreaming) wanted to write something with me, and you can only imagine how excited i was when she chose "car radio" by twenty one pilots as our prompt. the only twenty one pilots song she knew. (for now, at least;) and she came up with the coolest idea - writing from the… Continue reading and now he just sits in silence

backwards

life is continually and inexorably chronological, but there’s no rule against writing it backwards. especially when life is a bit backwards right now, and my shirt is inside out. so instead of a dawn, I’ll begin with a sunset. squinting eyes and sweaty foreheads as a sister of 9 years tramps besides me west down… Continue reading backwards

don’t close your eyes, child

01/06/20 there’s a minty taste in my mouth as I climb into the rental car and wave goodbye to my grandparents. they're standing besides the flowering mailbox nestled beneath the shade of a magnificent oak tree, hanging with the antique paraphernalia that seems to inhabit every corner of the old orange-stone house. i can still… Continue reading don’t close your eyes, child

starry starry night

starry starry night She covered her head with her hoodie and rushed past them, the dam of her emotions bursting and overflowing into glistening drops falling fast down her cheeks. A blast of cold air shocked their lungs and stung their faces as the door slammed shut, and then all was silent inside. But outside… Continue reading starry starry night

the last first day

it doesn't feel like a school day as you stumble through the hallways, trying to find your classroom, even though you're smiling wider than you have in days; into strange, small, slightly-scared faces. they light up for a split second when they see your smile, as if the sun has peeped through the clouds and… Continue reading the last first day

only skeleton bones remain

“under clothes, under skin,underneath we’re all the same,for when you remove the tricky tricks,only skeleton bones remain."tyler joseph guitar and flute combined with a clear, wistful irish voice ringing out of computer speakers; tall tubes of paint huddled together on my desk; the feeling of being the only one awake in the house; thus the… Continue reading only skeleton bones remain

hurricane: a sketch

My body is no longer firm and terrestrial; it is resolved into its constituent atoms, subtilized, volatilized. Sublimed into imponderable vapor, I mingle and am lost in the endless sources of those vast globular volumes of vaporous mists, which roll upon their flaming orbits through infinite space.Journey to the Center of the Earth i was… Continue reading hurricane: a sketch

coloring my clothing (and maybe yours, too)

i've never said this before, but if you can, read to the end. there's something really exciting waiting down there 🙂 i mentioned in my last art post that i had something special to share that deserved its own post. this is long overdue but there's a type art that i've been exploring these past… Continue reading coloring my clothing (and maybe yours, too)

bits and pieces

substance. something that is lost between 2 half-written songs and 3 post drafts and 4 works-in-progress and 5 assignments all due within 3 days. when you're an all-or-nothing person, it hurts to have so many pieces of you in so many different places. a thin spread of mediocrity over 16 different projects sits uneasily in… Continue reading bits and pieces

dear school

dear school, i know, i know ... you weren't supposed to end until late may anyways. and it's only the end of april now. 'can't you just hold on for 4 more weeks?' you ask. it sounds reasonable to the administration, to the teachers, to our parents - even to myself, at first. it can't… Continue reading dear school

2 am: a sketch

the rain upstairs sounds like popcorn kernels popping in the microwave. the rain in the basement sounds like the gentle sloppiness of a toad plodding his wet way through muddy gravel. ~ ~ ~ it's 2 am and you've been avoiding it for several hours now. you've been watching singing videos instead, because you like… Continue reading 2 am: a sketch

qu(art)antine

sitting in my cold bedroom beneath a cold window displaying the lovely view of a cold brick wall naturally led me to go back and scroll through the light-soaked photos of this past winter vacation in the sunshine state. one particular photo caught my attention - it was of my sister’s face laced with the… Continue reading qu(art)antine