In the petrified forest today, I craned my neck to watch the wind rock a family of pines. Tops against bottoms, movement versus standstill, it seems standstill always wins. They didn't keel over or snap. I saw mounds of fossilized wood barely erupting through the soil, on cliffs, alongside the tenuous wooden fence I leaned on. I would stand there, ( Read more... )

If we are to die tomorrow in the arms of strangers, I want you to see me in jeans and t-shirt on a park bench in a night park on a crowded night in a hushed crowd in a black hush. The hush of our bodies curling.

Things Overwhelming ( Read more... )

( Coquettish wordplay with Byron Lu... )

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"Dear Swetha ( Read more... )

For anyone in the Jackson area: head over to Cups and try a mocha mint frappe. You won't regret it. Casey (of millingroark fame) agrees.

Members of my extended family are visiting for a few days, and so I am once again reminded of the course my life COULD take, which is incentive enough to keep me motivated. To do what, exactly? Is it downright arrogant of me ( Read more... )

This is my third attempt at a cyber-journal. The first was a last-ditch effort to inflate the experiences of my senior year of high school by use of semi-poetic (and in retrospect, lackluster) language. The second acted as a mason jar of (concealed from the world and my mother) ruminations on a year-long phase of my life: my second year in college ( Read more... )