i'm returning to this again, in hopes that doing so will force me to write. it is something of which i do alarmingly little this year, save for reflection papers (which seem the natural extension of my thought processes, anyway) and academic essays (for which i have less respect the more time i spend learning to teach ( Read more... )

i knew you a thousand years ago. i remember everything that worms its way into my heart and, quietly, most things do -- or else they used to, one-thousand years ago. i wake up cursing myself under my breath for all my shortcomings, still in a foggy halfsleep. i wake up thinking about how many times in every single life everybody dies, for better or ( Read more... )

these effortlessly beautiful faces and the way makeup just slides away from mine. i've never been able to wear mascara; it gets in my eyes and burns like the sun. i don't know a thing about application; i just do. when i look in the mirror, it is almost never at my face, anymore, anyway. i think i must be learning something of grace with all this ( Read more... )

( jonathan safran foer - 'extremely loud & incredibly close', excerpts: )

sadie answers when anyone calls. she likes to be very close to faces when they are singing. i forget this until she is at my elbow and i remind myself that i have been listening to music and tralala-ing along ( Read more... )

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i was a child with a pug nose and pudgy hands ( Read more... )

i think i've finally pegged what it is that i've lost when i sift through entries from two - twopointfive years ago: that feeling of being displaced -- having just left home for the first time and being forced into becoming accustomed with something entirely new. i think displacement is so easy to romanticize: there's no choice but to fall in love ( Read more... )

you are the product of a self-fulfilled prophecy ( Read more... )

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