Sunday, February 28, 2010


Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.
They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
~Stephen King

Thursday, February 18, 2010


I am going away to the North with my family for the weekend.

Be back soon with cold beauty

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

postacards from far away

The clouds came and swept me up, I am alone; I am safe. The sky tried to protect me, sending down bits and bits of snowy ashes- cover me up, protect me from the day. The wind howls to drive away, to scare anything that would harm me. I am safe. I am bright. I am full of light. She takes me and keeps me warm and I know what it means to be chosen for this, I don't take it lightly. When the days turn to rust red and the fences fall and stars turn to dust and blow away leaving empty dark, I will remember this morning of perfect white. this purity. Did guitars ever sound so sweet? This morning when the absence was not but a whole. I do this for me now.

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would it help if i spoke of someone else?

{enter little brother} looks like it's time to wake up

Monday, February 15, 2010

silver cracks in the clouds

Tonight was glitter and brightness and a sky of molten silver. Dance in circles until time runs zig-zag and you are no longer here, but later. We pushed our voices out into the cold and the dark, but the sounds cracked open and whispers were born in the night. The angel watching in the stairwell sat above the night and looked at us with a sad smile on his beautiful face, while the ghosts took you by the soul and led you to where you won't be able to find your way back.

We chased the ghosts born from our broken laughter in the dark and came to the end of something. Can't go further, can't go further. When the sky is deep will you dive in? Stars brush past, burn your skin. At least the warmth is feeling. Don't let her catch you, she won't let go.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


I have so many questions- my mind wanders!
I need to feed it warm milk and a turkey sandwich
and let it curl up in a sunny spot and take a nap.
That'll make it feel better and it will come home again.

snow day!

Because we live on the ocean, my little town barely gets snow some winters. Sure the rest of the state does, but it always seems to miss us by inches. We get one big storm each February, and this would have to be it!

And So I plan to spend the day reading Gatsby, drinking coffee, catching up on homework and being cozy.My younger brother and sisters have other plans for me, however... According to them we spend the entire day outside sledding and building igloos (that's how much snow we have now!) and then come inside and build a fire with hot chocolate.

We'll see where the day wanders :)

(photos from here and here)

Monday, February 1, 2010

love exploding

but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love's also there:
and being here imprisoned,tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep
cannot be photographed,measured;disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains...
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?

~ e.e. cummings

(all photos from here)