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august. 25 Aug 2013 | 11:38 pm
August These are the last lazy mornings with room for hours of leisure and mugs of coffee long cool before the afternoon rounds. They are peach cobbler evenings, as the light dwindles and the neighbo...
Colorblind, it's still red 15 Aug 2013 | 07:53 pm
My love is color blind, a specialist said there's hopeful possibility he can see some shades, maybe yellow. we left brimming and I bought marigolds for three months, hoping he would say, I see. My lo...
chai and unexpectedness. 14 Aug 2013 | 12:08 am
This morning I woke at 5:55 (I have a funny thing with numbers that repeat like that) and went for a run in the morning. It was cold enough that I wished I had brought a jacket along in the beginning,...
cabin weekend. 7 Aug 2013 | 02:12 am
“It's not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. What's hard, she said, is figuring out what you're willing to give up in order to do the things you really care about.” ― Shauna Niequist ...
Untitled 6 Aug 2013 | 02:16 am
You wake up and there is lake on your hair. It doesn't matter that you pulled moroccan oil through your hair. That you brushed the tangles out, slowly. The floral shampoo makes no difference. Because...
we are strangers once more // journal no. 1 29 Jul 2013 | 09:45 pm
I'm sitting in a Starbucks in the hazy middle of daybreak. It's barely light out, despite the clock hitting 8:03 in the morning. The rain is percolating, dripping, falling slowly and softly on the win...
we weave neighborhood evenings. 28 Jul 2013 | 09:23 am
In my someday dreams, I have a home in the country, a small place to tuck littles to bed into under fields swathed in gold. There are chickens outside and the ground is dirt soft, wild green grass thi...
where the answer is no longer a question 26 Jul 2013 | 12:27 am
in the evenings when slowness grows in the cracks under the table,we drop crumbs for what will, load wood down with our worries, we lick the backs of spoons where sweet potatoes once sat, how is it go...
dry. jottings. 23 Jul 2013 | 02:15 am
I find that I'm at my lowest point creatively when I haven't taken time to create for myself. I feel dry, all I make slipping from my fingers crumbling, cracking, clay to dust, what I thought was...
sun yellow and chlorine. 19 Jul 2013 | 08:56 pm
I learned how to swim in a small pool with yellow bars peeling locking inside from out, when I was enough, old, we lived in california where it was always brown, always burnt, the earth continually fr...
