High school sucked. I hated, hated it to the point of missing weeks at a time because of panic attacks. I started writing poetry to cope. Bad, sad poetry. I still like some of it, actually, and reading it back … Continue reading
• New Orleans! I spent two days there with my dad last month. Hit up the French Quarter, fell in love, then overheated and almost passed out at Jazz Fest. Big crowds and pot haze don’t agree with me. But … Continue reading
wooden shoe, originally uploaded by *vrf*. Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe – Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?” … Continue reading
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black bromelias, lichens, owls, and the lint of the waterfalls cling, familiar, unbidden. Song for the Rainy Season by Elizabeth Bishop
