bitter songs from salmon throats. . .
Hello, all! I realise it's been a very long time since I updated last, and offer some apologies I suppose. I've been ever so busy, though. The weather here is gorgeous (really, like always). Today Nature decided it was to be fall, however, so all a sudden - as if on the turn of a dime - the yellow leaves are ( Read more... )

Oh, Melancholy Play = Love ( Read more... )

you don't know me, but I know you ( Read more... )

hello, dear readers, and good evening. I thought an update was due, as so much has been happening here. . .chronologically, and probably most intriguing was and is, of course, the Priddy Trip.
Hail to King Elephant, where my identity (Tent in the Wind) and subsequent identity sent all into brief hysterics
Hail to the San Luis Valley, that unknown ( Read more... )

so here I am, in the gorgeous (and far-estranged) Colorado. I'm tapping away from my second full day of orientation, which landed me in a fair collapse at the end. Dear readers, do not get me wrong - everything has been friendly and wonderful, from move-in to presidential address, but the nonstop rigamarole left me in a shaky state. I thought I ( Read more... )

I woke today to the sound of faint thunder mixed with wind and rain, covered partially by haunting harp music. It took a moment to register where I was, and why this tempestuous Celt fest was awakening me. Memories were of lips and eyes, and a nameless fear. Ah, another Harry Potter dream, transitioning into a foggy morning ( Read more... )

i would stay so close,
you could feel my breath on your cheek.

(oh, love, Decemberists)

Well, it's been a while since I've updated, and methinks I have no time to, really, right now. I finished my photo selection an hour or so ago, but still here I am, coccooned in the office with doors and windows closed. I am so listless right now I could barely ( Read more... )

. . .on top of the world.

This has been a most peculiar day, half music and half birdsong through tears. Right now I'm all a tumult on America's birthday, fireworks and humidity.

So I've returned from Mexico, changed a little as promised. I'll never forget the kids I met and befriended there, and I hope to do them one better - I hope to return to ( Read more... )

I woke to the hum of the room's fan, its artificial breeze whiffing a few strands of hair not under the Harry Potter blanket drawn about my head. Someone tapped my leg, and I stiffened. Someone was sitting on the edge of my bed, jostling their leg and alternately poking mine. Shelbi? I called, and the room held the words motionless against her room ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I graduate ( Read more... )