of rain and words and wanderings
Shoes squish and splutter across the muddy grass-pressed bank. With every step my sockless toes are washed and sprayed like dirty dishes in the sink. The water squeezed back and forth recycling remnants of Mr. McDowell’s pond into a natural green clean machine. I feel that I can wiggle my toes inside their slobbering cases… Continue reading Returning From an Afternoon Swim {poetry}
It is pitchblack and you can see the constellations The four-lane highway is empty and forgotten The air is chilly and cool The crickets are deafening You never see another soul Deer pass you The entire walk you can untangle the knotted threads in your mind At the top the valley is filled with twinkling… Continue reading 8.31.19 | pros to hiking at 4 a.m.
We had planned it three different times. And every time something came up. Like a fair. Or a wedding. Or school-preparing. And/or we just plan forgot, because well... we're us. My friend (who, for the purpose of this post and future posts, shall be given her rightful name of Eeyore) and I on the last… Continue reading surviving a book shopping spree 101
Some people collect stamps. Others collect rocks or trinkets or magnets or keychains: things to remember places by or things to set on their shelf and admire. I collect words. But words aren’t quite as tangible as a rare rock or gold trophy, right? Words are almost abstract. Can you touch words? Can you taste… Continue reading The Beauty of Words
Like a flock of startled birds flapping out their wings for flight umbrellas in the crowd open wide. They bob like bottles in a stream, colors catching eyes but secrets corked inside. The taxi drivers honk like geese & grab which fish they can, pluck one up then drag it off with squeals and round… Continue reading Traffic in the City {poetry}
I have returned! Hither from a magical land of falafels, wedding cake, and cousins. I was told I should write a story about falafels gone wrong, but unfortunately, I was absent from the kitchen when the woeful event occurred and only heard tale of it later when I was asked to step out of the… Continue reading Why Kermit Is My New Best Friend + Looking On the Bright Side
I'm a very crafty person. No, no. Not that kind of crafty. Despite what gossip my character have been spreading, I am not a crafty villain scheming up plans of horror and pain. Maybe. I mean 'crafty' as in, I like to take little string and sit for a couple hours looping it on sticks… Continue reading All the Summer Vibes // hiking, writing, reading, and that glorious sunburn
Typos. You've got to love them. Especially when they prowl in the paragraphs of your most important papers. I view it as a blessing when I'm required to read it one more time before the whole class: It's my last chance to spot that little monster and cross it out. I've had my fair share… Continue reading The March of the Typos
As I work through The Roar on the Other Side this year (amazing book on poetry, 10/10 recommend) I've been learning all types of poetry schemes, methods, and tropes. Some of them are fairly simple while others seem nearly impossible. Such as writing a poem with twenty six words, each one starting with a different… Continue reading A Pocketful of Palindrome Poetry
It all started with Shakespeare. I know, I know. It's a strange place to start but that's where it all began. For almost five years I had not touched my painting supplies, partly out of fear and partly out of busyness, but in March my co-op class was studying The Taming of the Shrew, and… Continue reading 7 Things I Wish I Knew When I Started Painting {aka what I have learned in the last couple months}
the rain-drenched writer. 