He leans back with the smallest glimpse of a smile on his lips at the reflection, and the hint of a sigh at the memory of his mother’s face. He closes his eyes again for the last time that night, folding his hands in his lap, fingers around his wrist chafing back and forth for warmth. And his hands go limp, closing together and stopping all ( Read more... )

I decided I'll publish here in pieces my film treatment that I had to write for my Film Crit class.  Entitled HAND ON ICE... inspired by a lot of Sigur Ros, Pride and Prejudice, La Jetee, and a certain moment in Citizen Kane that inspired me from the beginning. Oh, as well this little french short film Pen-Pusher.

Today was the last day of high ( Read more... )

Feel better today - infinitely better today. The visitation is tomorrow and the Funeral is on Monday.

Went to Aunt Peggy's. I was so hesitant about it, I was scared to say the least. It was comfortable there, I remembered
being small and doing collages in the living room while my mother worked in the back. I remembered how lovely it was
to feel the ( Read more... )

Okay, so.

I am finally going to get this out, after all day thinking and cycling around this since I heard this morning.

(Well, now its 3 Am...so technically not today...)

My Uncle (Great Uncle) died today. He fell off a roof while working.

Yeah...and I feel completely and utterly shook. My mind can't wrap around this, I mean I just saw him!
At my ( Read more... )

Winter-kill. mortalité massive d'hiver

The warmth of blankets on a fever,
and the chasm of rubbing hands on hands.
The bitter click of your tongue,
the rigid board of your back,
and the each individual snowflake on your lashes.

Breath, that becomes suspended in air.
Coffee cups in bloom, littering the dormant soil.
Longing for the July, Longing for the ( Read more... )

Mind and body,
the length between my toes.
The time it takes to start,
to bloom an idea.

my lisp-
the error to my pen,
roots that curl around its
finger.

a fleeting desire,
the desert mirages-
the oasis,
               I seek.

The letters all around me -
           my birth.
   ink, my salvia.
The Quill feather,
             my
             hair.
The paper,
         ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I will be at sea.

Witness my Mother & Max's wedding.

Read shamelessly.

You know, all the things you do on a cruise.

Ahoy!

I am in love love love with this song.

Really, I can't stop listening.

Impossible.

(18 days until The Con comes out !)

Went to the boat on Sunday & there was this brutal storm. It rained so hard and the roof of the dock was about to come undone. As well as the pier part that leads to land was shifted a lot! I thought we would be stranded there until someone came, but Max walked up there and saw there was only a drop off, just have to jump.

Have less than a week to ( Read more... )

they don't love you like I love you....