
pop stars do not often lay claim to the tiny bits of my beating heart. ella yelich-o’connor is no ordinary pop star. “lorde” has captured my attention. she’s weird, truly bizarre, but i don’t think she means to be. she … Continue reading
pop stars do not often lay claim to the tiny bits of my beating heart. ella yelich-o’connor is no ordinary pop star. “lorde” has captured my attention. she’s weird, truly bizarre, but i don’t think she means to be. she … Continue reading
little cicada.
i found him earlier today.
he must have become caught between the screen and
glass panes of the kitchen window, and died on the sill.
when i was young, i spent hours collecting the delicate brown shells of resident cicadas, discarded ever so carefully on the conifer trees in my backyard. this was the beginning of a fascination, an obsession, even with the bits and pieces that creatures harmlessly leave behind. exoskeletons. feathers. antlers. scales. and finally, bones. i see them not as garbage, but as gifts, for what hope do we have if we can’t see beauty in the smallest parts of our world?
little cicada.
this entire post is entirely for you.
i was kindly recommended to read “the sex lives of cannibals: adrift in the equatorial pacific” by a girl that i work with. i know what you are thinking and no… the aforementioned “sex life” of any manner of cannibal is … Continue reading
sometimes, the only person you have to drink sake with is yourself. sometimes, it’s okay to glance through your window {to the fluttery white world outside} and blow each of the bare trees a kiss. you know that today you aren’t … Continue reading