slowly, my future narrows itself in front of my eyes ( Read more... )

"a golden pathway on the water" says claire, raising sharp eyebrows at me between she and her sister ( Read more... )

"And who knows? Somewhere out there in this audience may even be someone who will one day follow my footsteps, and preside over the White House as the president's spouse. I wish him well ( Read more... )

This may very well be dead, but I need somewhere to say this. I was going to call Talkback this morning on CBC, but I didn't have the guts ( Read more... )

oh, you're having an election?
cute.

the boat under a blanket of stars and june air, cuts the water like your best knife. the girls laying on the deck gossiping with the moon, jeans rolled up to their knees and ankles socks set tanned legs against the whitetop of the stern. the boys below, one hand on the wheel, watching the night as she tucks love in above them ( Read more... )

The new year started with a girl who was a tangle of memories and handwritten notes on pieces of bleached looseleaf ( Read more... )

I want to write a book.
"Sweetie, everyone's writing a book."
And so they are.

Girl #8 asks me for advice on how she should format her poetry, photography and essays into a collection that she is bent on publishing.
It's not even that good.

How am I ever going to create evidence that I'm a good writer?

tree branch on citadel hill ( Read more... )

make a statement to several different people then watch their reactions.

someday soon, something brilliant is going to happen.
kaa: "what did you have in mind."
wontolla: "why do you say that?"
rebecca: "i agree."
karrat: "huh?"
singum: "to what?"