as always (of late), i walk home, jacket zipped to the throat, hands thrust deep in pockets, sheltered from the stiff evening breeze. and i realize, by and by: the rhododendrons fairly glow in the night. red, white, lavender, magenta, exploding like fireworks against their dark, waxy leaves ( Read more... )

the cherry snow has gathered in low, pink drifts against the two steps down to my doorway, and i am shaken by how much i am able to feel. it's been an early summer, and the sidewalks are strewn with color. i feel alivebut why do children always draw their pastel-chalk hopscotches too small to hop in? like some summertime child, i haven't yet found ( Read more... )

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the young couple upstairs have been arguing for at least an hour. the floor is just thick enough to block consonants but let cadences through quite clearly. some words manage to sneak between the floorboards: "ungenerous," "NOTHING." i've never heard them raise their voices before. i like this couple very much. but the man, usually my most jovial ( Read more... )

also, there will be more snow .


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it's been evening all day long...the sky slushed down as i walked home from class tonight, icing up patterns on the shoulders of my coat. i'd stayed in bed all morning, reading my book and eating apples, cozying up against the grey and blowy outdoors. i still get that goofy fuck-all grin when i emerge to face these bitter elements. something just ( Read more... )

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the winter sun rose through our kitchen windows. i can't shake the image. it comes to me whenver i let my mind wander. the way the orange would crest over the sill and spill onto the smooth kitchen floor and creep with shocking speed toward the green carpet. the ferocity with which the sun seemed to claim the hallway beyond shocked me; i had never ( Read more... )