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love your thieves

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2015

​Because of this, my dreams have become sharper: nocturnal knives cutting into sleep like the hundred-splintered shards of glass collected outside my window. When you said to love your neighbors I did not account for what would be taken from me. Safe and sound. a moment unwound. replaceable things hold the weight of the world [...]

i tip my hat to the constellations

Thursday, April 9th, 2015

I tip my hat to the constellations to thank them for forming so beautifully over us, decorating darkness, kindly inviting us to the show. I think better at night when all sequestered creatures crystallize and quiet waits in the multitudes. Here I hold my own salon, philosophize with the greats or observe at least one [...]

heart/felt

Wednesday, February 25th, 2015

I feel too much she said, or rather, it was her heart speaking for her again from its tender cavern. to keep the whisper-beatings hushed, all her wanting and unrequiting neatly spun crimson roving needled thick and thin feeling is felt and soft to touch but not to grasp still, the feeling and the felt unravels, [...]

the person and the people

Saturday, February 7th, 2015

In my twenty-seventh year, I: applied to grad school, moved in to the Lodge, gained a sister-in-law, celebrated my fourth wedding anniversary and my fifth library-versary, visited new cities, explored a small cave with a group of middle school girls, started a book club, had dinner with a favorite author, learned how to ski, joined a [...]

wrapped in winter

Wednesday, December 24th, 2014

For our family Christmas Eve gathering this year, my father-in-law asked everyone to bring & share a poem. Here is mine: Wrapped in Winter   If snow comes in blankets, wrap me up in winter to keep me still. We never invite the cold but still it arrives at our doorstep: our ghosts of Christmas past and [...]

room for now

Thursday, December 4th, 2014

What is joy, but the surge of present tense?” –Timothy Willard The other morning at Starbucks, instead of looking at my phone while waiting for my breakfast sandwich, I decided to observe the people around me and the random moment we were sharing. Although it was only for a few minutes, I noticed things I [...]

on (too much) beauty

Tuesday, November 18th, 2014

“I am the sole author of the dictionary that defines me.” –Zadie Smith Recently, I saw Zadie Smith speak as part of a Visiting Writers series, and as she read from a new piece of writing, I found myself at the same time captivated and intimidated. Zadie is a polished force of everything lovely and [...]

let’s review: the year of the gadfly

Sunday, June 29th, 2014

The Year of the Gadfly is my kind of book: preppy and clever with multiple perspectives and connected story lines that dip into the past, a mysterious secret society, and smart, sophisticated writing that holds everything together. Iris Dupont, young aspiring journalist, transfers to competitive Mariana Academy when her family relocates from Boston to small-town Nye [...]

making room

Thursday, May 1st, 2014

I’m existing somewhere in the middle: trying to make room, leave space, and not paint myself into a corner. Leave margin in my life. Unhurried, unrushed. Letting the days linger. I want this. But (ironically) the list of things to improve upon asks to take up this time I’m trying to save. If a painting [...]

three yeses

Friday, April 18th, 2014

Three yeses feel good for my spirit. “I am goddess of possibility!” I can stretch out in this warm spot in the sun. And forget about the decisions to decide and the uncertainties needing to be worked out just so, or the places where there’s pause, not wanting to leave. For now, I’m looking at [...]