It's been two weeks now and I had hoped to talk to you about something other than my accident. The good news is that I'm looking good for a woman who tried to take out a tree with her face… It even looks better than that, but I can't get myself to take photos of… Continue reading sixty-five percent water.
Checked the mail today. Held in my hands a bunch of stuff I don't want, I don't need, that's not supposed to be for me... but then there was amazingness... Today was a late Christmas... Today was love... [expressed in haikus.] photos of bardman to add to the collection cannot get enough. a t-rex santa?… Continue reading we can get along.
[wish i could take credit for the dinos, but alas, i cannot: http://www.buzzfeed.com/ihatedinosaurs/hipster-dinosaurs-ppz?ref=nf%5D
I woke up this morning. Outside it should've been bright... but it wasn't... it was dark and alive. Then the rain came. So, I quickly made a playlist consisting of some of my favorite rainy day songs... ...and starting reading my book. It was a peace of comfort. Then, [partly because i'm addicted to the… Continue reading i should mention…
Trying on pretty dress after pretty dress, I smiled with forgotten contentment at myself in the Anthropologie dressing room. The time alone had to be stolen and was danced in... until I saw something written [in tiny print] on the dressing room wall... "Because I still press on the ceiling of the car when it… Continue reading to feel real.
I really cannot wait to be sitting next to the swimming pool with my dear Momma in a couple weeks. But until then, I have to wish her a Happy Mother's Day from afar. I have to tell her how much I love her, without hugs. Tell her how thankful I am for her, without… Continue reading and here is clothing, and a good education… and here is your [brown, brown, pants fell down], i replied.
The deodorant I recently bought smells like Yosemite. Or, wait... no, it smells like the kind I wore in Yosemite. Either way, it brings me back almost every time I put it on. Also, I saw a discarded bouquet this morning. It brought me back. Again, to Yosemite. One day I came back to my… Continue reading discarded.
[just some things i very much love for your midmorning.] [designs for good music.] [a song.] [be a kid again.] [jonathan.] [coffee.] [billy.] These days every morning begins like a joke you think you have heard before, but there is no one telling it whom you can stop. One day it's about a cow who… Continue reading like slow ferris wheels.
Too much love. Too much excitement. Don't know why. So here I go. Sitting in the library, next to the poetry section, which holds like [i don't know] a hundred Billy Collins books, makes me feel close to you. All of you. I love libraries. Duh, who doesn't? I wish I could run around one… Continue reading nothing under my skin but light.
Found this when I wasn't looking for anything... Late Harvest Time, it is time. Summer has been long-stretched-out, full. Go ahead, Fall: shrink down the days and sugar the grapes for late-harvest wine. Anyone still unknown to herself will stay, probably, that way. Anyone unlinked by love will be love- left-out now—waking, mind-pacing up and… Continue reading what was simple in the moonlight…
[oh... oh, wull hay... didn't see you there...] I am waiting for the circles under my eyes to fade back to flesh. I am waiting for one of the blurry things to become clear... just one... any one. I am waiting for answers to questions I haven't asked. I am waiting for my inside self… Continue reading the way voices carry over water.
Be Nobody's Darling Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You like a shawl, To parry stones To keep you warm. Watch the people succumb To madness With ample cheer; Let them look askance at you And you askance reply. Be an outcast; Be pleased to walk… Continue reading qualified to live.