a shadow tilts its head at me
it doesn't feel like a school day as you stumble through the hallways, trying to find your classroom, even though you're smiling wider than you have in days; into strange, small, slightly-scared faces. they light up for a split second when they see your smile, as if the sun has peeped through the clouds and… Continue reading the last first day
substance. something that is lost between 2 half-written songs and 3 post drafts and 4 works-in-progress and 5 assignments all due within 3 days. when you're an all-or-nothing person, it hurts to have so many pieces of you in so many different places. a thin spread of mediocrity over 16 different projects sits uneasily in… Continue reading bits and pieces
dear school, i know, i know ... you weren't supposed to end until late may anyways. and it's only the end of april now. 'can't you just hold on for 4 more weeks?' you ask. it sounds reasonable to the administration, to the teachers, to our parents - even to myself, at first. it can't… Continue reading dear school
we were reading Gerard Manley Hopkins in literature class. his time-worn, enchanting metaphorical verses, richly ‘twined with religious and spiritual themes, is the very stuff that speaks to my soul. I was sitting at the kitchen table, elbows out, in the house of the little boys that I babysit. they had been asleep for many… Continue reading undulation
after two years of stuffing my latin handouts into my backpack and losing them just in time for the next class, i succumbed to organization (or rather overcame my laziness) and decided to get myself a binder. i came home from office depot with a clean, fresh, sparkling new one under my arm but the… Continue reading //binder covers//
sitting on a broken beach chair beneath the shade of the enormous maple in the front yard. it's 4:42 p.m. and the sunshine is golden - a rich, shimmering golden that embraces you with every beam that touches your shoulder. the sky is blue almost to a fault - the brilliance seems more like a… Continue reading melt into the sunshine: a sketch
i can never sit still during a lecture or unengaging class ... my hands must always be occupied. thank goodness I can doodle or who knows how these past couple of school years would have gone. here is a collection of some of my favorite schoodles. whipping up a dream castle whilst writing conjugations most… Continue reading schoodles
the flood. 