i have begun a new project ( Read more... )

i bleed out of the bounds of my body. i am a quivering, fluid thing. i find oneness in both air and exhaust, greenery and grit. some days i am all eyes. some days i am the sound of leaves. today i am the collective memory of six hundred and fifty muscles ( Read more... )

my americorps contract ends on august 21st and so, upon receiving word of my acceptance to UIC (which begins in january), i began my job search. thusfar i have applied to ( Read more... )

i can stand ( Read more... )

i am working on a submission for publication, turning myself inside out to access the dirty pockets of my adolescence, and have thus been reviewing myself as a writer (as for the past year i have instead been a health worker and a pre-nursing student). somehow this led to a perusal of chicago writers on the internet, which degraded into a disgusted ( Read more... )

i dreamt it this morning in those precious 10 minutes between alarms. it was tacked onto something else, some dream object i can't remember, whose significance (if any) has been swallowed back into my subconscious. it is irritating to forget dreams that were so vivid. but nevertheless, i dreamt it: that i got an email announcing my acceptance. then ( Read more... )

in a gracious outpouring: joy. it has me dancing at my desk. tiny, explosive shimmyshakes. guilty grins. only four months left of my 9-5 and the daydreaming is addictive. a vacation to seattle/vancouver to crawl over tree roots and smuggle moss. odd jobs that pay well and leave time for art, activism, sleep. spring is spinning my bicycle wheels, ( Read more... )

still looking over the cliffside, knowing that the drop just looks long. i have one week left before i know conclusively whether or not i'm going to grad school in january. they're deliberating over the six of us who interviewed for my specialty. i'm fairly confident but cannot be sure. even so, the relief that came with the end of my ( Read more... )

the choices are nearing. and all i want to do is revel in bodies and in now. suck spring through a straw and kick my feet down the hot, dry street. or scuff along as the rain and wind wrap around me and i feel complete. in my life i get to give myself to art and activism, to complicated and wonderful people, to politics and physiology, to each ( Read more... )

-potatoes ( Read more... )