I want to chase through the streets of my childhood, my feet skittering over long-traveled sidewalks, past familiar monuments to great battles, our heroics. The tree (shrub really) I climbed to escape the mad scientist. The leaf pile and the king over the mountain. The jungle and its hidden dangers, the alleys flanked by brambles and blackberry. ( Read more... )

my heart blooms like a nootka rose ( Read more... )

the screen sings to me ( Read more... )

I'd be very interested to get any comments or critiques on these poems; most are leftovers from high school, and one or two may have been posted here before. But in honor of the approaching summer and with the realization that when it gets really hot, I get both sweaty and creative, I decided to post these. The dashes indicate different poems, ( Read more... )

Girl trips along ( Read more... )

these hands are scarred ( Read more... )

window open ( Read more... )

I was going to hang out with Mary tonight; last week I'd been really eager to have her come over so we could practice poi together, but she wasn't available last week. Today I e-mailed her and was like, so, we still hanging out? and she was like, er, yeah, what are we doing? and I'm like WELL POI OF COURSE! :-P But then after my lab tonight I ( Read more... )

Sometimes I could cry for the words inside ( Read more... )

I'm a lazy mofo who couldn't be bothered to post pictures, but in other news, I read a poem tonight and went to a meeting of the Harry Potter club, so I feel absurdly accomplished there.

Plus I looked pretty for the lovely sunshiney day, so yay me. :-D

...most pointless entry EVAR! No longer entirely pointless -- here's the poem I read to ( Read more... )