i N K B L O T m o t h s .
December 23, 2008

I can’t wait for spring semester.

ARH 141: Western Art to 1400 (M, W, F 10:20am-11:20am)

ENG 105: Critical Reading and Writing Req. (M, T, W, Th 12:40pm-1:30pm)

HUM 272: Foundations of Art and Religion (T, Th 2:20pm-3:35pm)

HUM 291: American Multicultural Ideas and Values (M, W, F 11:30am-12:20pm)

HUM 370: The Popular Arts (W 5:00pm-7:45pm)

HUM 373: Nature and Values (T, Th 9:35am-10:50am)

December 10, 2008
the afternoon knows what the morning never suspected
swedish proverb
November 15, 2008
mm. I kind of feel like an icicle today. just waiting to drop, but so grateful to be appreciated.

mm. I kind of feel like an icicle today. just waiting to drop, but so grateful to be appreciated.

November 10, 2008
it even smells like snow— that quiet, cold, snowy smell.

it even smells like snow— that quiet, cold, snowy smell.

November 3, 2008
i love

early-morning essays.

they always seem so much more inspired.

October 11, 2008
ten o’clock knock

we stayed up for the sun to rise

clouds passing at the speed of night

orange light through 6 am rain, pink fog

forcing their way through morning blinds

i’m blind to the intricasies of these hours

ignoring a ten o’clock knock at the door

in bitter wind my eyes finally close

October 5, 2008
this night/morning

can’t last long enough.

September 27, 2008
last november.

i’m recycling your sunlight

holding it between my thumb and forefinger

letting it dangle as i walk

i’m filled with lavender sort-of restlessness

trembling with that morning—this morning

tumbling through the minutes in my marrow

untrusting of our place in tomorrow.

you on my right arm and straight through its bones—

smelling just like last november.

September 9, 2008
There will be time to murder and create.
T.S. Eliot—The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
September 4, 2008
I am.

“Humanity I love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting its there and sitting down on it” 

-e. e. cummings

And I am. I keep putting the wonders and intricacies of everything and everywhere and everyone I am at this very moment in my back pocket and forgetting that they’re even there, forgetting that I can pull them out at any time and remember why I love this life of mine so much.

Today’s been strange. Tommorrow might be stranger, but it will be better.