Just five minutes ago, I was listening to one of my roommates crying across the hall. She had taken a long shower earlier - I assume to muffle her tears, but still they weren't spent. Now the girl she shares a room with is making her laugh, and I don't hear sobs anymore.

Two nights ago I attempted something I've never done before, comforting an ( Read more... )

(A piece from last semester I found in one of my notebooks. Enjoy!)

People's faces here are like books. A little weather-battered, too many flapping pages. A bit of a breeze will knock us over privately, and then we return to our pages with the gravity of a monk, checking and re-checking to see if all the old words are there.

In this quiet space, we ( Read more... )

I wish I had a nice thought-fox right now, something easy I could kill that would make me write and exorcise all my demons, all my insecurities.

In college (thus far) I have never taken a creative writing class. One turned out to be sort-of about creative nonfiction, which wasn't too hard. I have Intro to Creative Writing in the fall. Funny, an ( Read more... )

 from Charles Wright's Littlefoot, Farrar, Straus & Giroux 2007.

12.

[...] The heart is immeasurable,
                                                       and memory too.
Such little boxes to keep them in.
Like blue herons in heaven's field, they lift their long legs
Silently, and very slow,
In the ponds and back eddies they stalk through and rise from,
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The squirrels have their thick winter coats. The outdoors are starting to look like an underdeveloped picture - still splashes of color, but muted, forgotten-looking, like the person who stumbles on stage at the wrong time, turns tail and runs. Earlier I thought the rain hitting the window was my roommate typing.

I've been thinking about the idea of ( Read more... )

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..sorry, I'm sitting here rocking to Sonya Kitchell's "For Every Drop," from Paste Magazine's monthly New Music Sampler CD. I checked out clips of her singing live on YouTube, and this is really the only girl I've seen who drops my jaw when she opens her mouth to sing. Paste describes her voice as "smoky" and "preternaturally restrained," and it ( Read more... )

I saw my first red tree today. This excites me more than the proverbial first spring blossom and a little more than the first snow.

Saw someone from this past summer's photog. class, who wanted to know why I hadn't gone on to the current one. I replied that I've been a little 'camera'd out - the limitations of the one I own, as well as my own ( Read more... )

I thought I was done taking school photos.

We just took "mug shots," so called, the entire newspaper staff, after the opening meet'n'greet. It's a little more intimidating than the high school/grade school sort, because you're not just walking past some giant, light-blue, sky-patterned standees, a couple umbrella-lights and a middle-aged person ( Read more... )

In Greek myth, Pygmalion is a man who considers himself too good for anybody. No woman exactly fits his tastes, and so he swears to be a bachelor forever. Unfortunately (or fortunately, as you decide), he takes up the hobby of sculpting marble, and in time produces something extraordinary - a woman. Sometimes he touches her and doesn't know if it's ( Read more... )

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