It is springtime, I have springtime insomnia. I become furiously excited and then, it rains, and I wilt, and my excitement turns to cold fear, and I lay in bed and pick apart my brain, wondering what I am doing wrong and how I can fix it. This afternoon, while standing over the sink in … Continue reading Hermitism, youth, and the goddess of decomposition.
how to know what is important
Sometimes, not matter how tired I am, I cannot make myself go to bed. I will do any number of meaningless, unnecessary tasks to avoid it- stare at myself in the mirror, walk back and forth, straightening things in my obsessively tidy apartment, look at blogs on my phone that have not been updated in … Continue reading how to know what is important
light bulbs, chihuahuas, and writing about myself
My new apartment is two square rooms, a yellow kitchen counter, and the hum of the fridge. It is the click-click of the baseboard heaters and the cold blue light of the stark-white walls. I have not hung artwork yet. I just moved yesterday from a one-room cottage with a woodstove to this land of … Continue reading light bulbs, chihuahuas, and writing about myself
Look! I wrote something!
My chemistry homework makes an appearance, as does North Dakota. ----------------------------- S A D --------- It has gotten cold here, sometimes sometimes it is not cold, but the air is filled with water like someone is misting us like we are fragile plants that need misting It has gotten sometimes cold but dark dark, dark, … Continue reading Look! I wrote something!
tuesday and rain and a blog post, after alot of time without them.
Today I cut myself, for the first time. Slicing cucumbers, or red onions, or beets, and the knife slipped and cut my thumb instead, right above the nail. I put a band-aid on and tried to not get it wet, gave up while plunging the spinach in the cold water. Spinach has so much dirt, … Continue reading tuesday and rain and a blog post, after alot of time without them.
-----------------------a s t o r y-------------------------------- ---------- H A P P I L Y F O R E V E R --------------------------- The lake is ringed in gravel, and sits on the outskirts of town. It smells of soaked leaves and phosphorus, and above it, the sky is empty and blue. I park … Continue reading happily forever
National Bacon Day in the Republic of Zanahoria
I ate bacon twice today. My body is a beast, and demands the pork fat. C made me breakfast- I was groggy, woke up in a black mood, the morning wind balmy, the clouded sky more bright than usual. The knock of windchimes heralded spring. C had breakfast nearly ready before I even got out … Continue reading National Bacon Day in the Republic of Zanahoria
the young Annie Dillard
. . Once upon a time when I was on the internet, I found these photos of the young Annie Dillard. I don't remember what site I got them from, or who took them, which is irresponsible, I know, but I saved them to my computer and I look at them alot. Although I have … Continue reading the young Annie Dillard
For Pearl, who is leaving to go east
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For the moon
Dear moon, I am fading How many of you are there left? What are you, moon? I do not know if you are hollow, or made of solid gold Dear moon, I am fading. I am not like you, moon. I fade in and out, I melt into the sea, I rise up again like … Continue reading For the moon
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