spray-paint craters

i pose a question: have you ever stared into the flames of a campfire for an hour and suddenly are struck with the thought that your inner world is often much more real than the physical outer world? i provide an answer: i had a dream that a tidal wave washed away the boardwalk and… Continue reading spray-paint craters

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

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

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

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

a shadow tilts its head at me // collaboration

taking a piece of inspiration and seeing what it prompts different people to create is something that will never cease to fascinate me. and one of the most versatile and powerful pieces of inspiration is music. music inspires art - whether it be a poem, a painting, a drawing or even more music. and art… Continue reading a shadow tilts its head at me // collaboration

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

undulation

we were reading Gerard Manley Hopkins in literature class. his time-worn, enchanting metaphorical verses, richly ‘twined with religious and spiritual themes, is the very stuff that speaks to my soul. I was sitting at the kitchen table, elbows out, in the house of the little boys that I babysit. they had been asleep for many… Continue reading undulation

unity

every day this week the waves have crept stealthily close to the front lines of families sitting unawares underneath umbrellas, hoping to catch amateur-beachers by surprise and wipe out their colorful and sadly unfortified establishments. seasoned families including our little tribe pile all of our belongings onto chairs and strollers, and build trenches in front… Continue reading unity