musing and crafting from the analytical gut
Look no further than my Big Five personality test results (thanks, Truity!) for an explanation of what led me to this quilted jacket project: when it comes to ideas, I am apparently the queen of Grand Plans. That's why I couldn't stand for just buying a pre-quilted fabric. No, of course not. That would be...cheaper and save me time and also keep things in my kitchen the original color instead of…
Overall Loved it, will recommend it to others Reactions Sentence-level structure is incredibly beautiful. Chose to re-read sentences multiple times because some of them just made me gasp. Sardonic humor meets serious isolation and loneliness. Made me reflect on how much humor can be a coping mechanism for lack of belonging — making people laugh rarely makes you enemies. Challenges my concept of…
Do other animals do it, Or is is just our thing? This Secret pact Hands stacked Everyone retracts to Silently agree That this is how it should be done. What vibrant vampire baptized us To believe in the dogma Of flashing your fangs as a sign of glee? - And did he know How far this religion would spread? First down the roads of I'm not sure but I'm willing to try. Then past the fork of Anything…
i. a nice strong cup of spicy arugula arugula is the shishito pepper of leafy greens. you never know what you're gonna get, and by the time you do...there's no time to spit it out. people expect one thing and then are surprised when they get another. despite being trained my whole life to expect the opposite — to have no expectations at all — it remains an inevitable truth that afflicts me, too.…
Sephia never had an accurate sense of the number 20,000 until she started to die. She had been through most of the depths on her own, tasting abundance while dancing solo amidst kaleidoscopic sunbeams. She had hidden to survive the cold terrors of the night, vigilant to mounting pressure from every direction. It was an unlikely life, well-lived. Now, she hovered, nodding in acceptance. Her mind…
"When will you untie the knot in your heart?!" Emi lifted her head as her mother stood up from the cold metal desk. Nina's temper was usually felt more than heard, but she had too little time left on earth for inefficiencies with bureaucracy. "Look, sir. I have three, maybe four months left to live. This may be a job to you, but this is my daughter's life we're talking about." The judge took off…
when the last bit of wax refuses to light or the wick spits back its blackened smoke your deli counter ticket is still twenty three counts away ~ when the final chunk of nectarine falls snatched by an undeserving dog your effort goes immortally unrecognized weekly garbage, waiting for pickup ~ when color swatches bear no resemblance evading truth without repercussions your freshly cut toenail…
On repeat, she stood at the edge of a cliff, watching him fall. The white noise of the airplane’s engine sustained as she instinctively opened the shutter on her window seat view. “Why aren’t these damn drugs working!?” Tori felt a familiar restlessness first in her legs. The plane was halfway to Seattle, and the lightning storm was already brewing in her body. The closer…
Sumo covered his ears and screamed “Shit! No!” as the flames shot up. It had only been seconds between touching the corn stalk and seeing the entire row light up like a domino chain, radiant green and yellow explosions shooting twenty meters into the sky. The fire was loud enough that Sumo couldn’t hear his own scream. He saw no other option but to run towards the maze entrance…
The party technically started at 8, but Becca stood around anxiously waiting for nearly an hour before the doorbell first rang. She looked at Amy, and poured her second shot of tequila. “Here’s to whatever happens next!” Becca said, rolling her eyes back. It was the third time they hosted a costume party this year. Becca found the trend kind of embarrassing, but she was so easily…
We’re all at war inside. Mostly undeclared. What will win Between what we want and what we loathe? A thick fog smiles: Remorse abutting devilish hope My war looks like peace And shatters from within. Blackened embers crawl up clay lungs Burning lips with muted truth A cool entry Warming his ears His war sounds like the ocean High tide crashes with vigor Recycling his lineage until Today and…
Jolly got the call around 5am. Grim had taken the soul, and now, with the body left tucked into the bed as if it had passed gently in its sleep, it was Jolly’s turn. She entered the home through the side gate. It was still early in the morning, her favorite time. The birds were chirping to signal the new day, and she took a moment to breath in the fresh air and sense her own aliveness.…
"It used to be that you'd have to take this test to get into uni," Jared boasted. "What a stupid way of knowing who's smart." Ariel disagreed. But she didn't want to get into another debate with Jared, who she found increasingly mind-numbing. In reality, she wanted nothing more than to have a fresh day do-over to erase her history. "Yeah, I know, that's so dumb." "It just seems like such a random…
Just last week, he had witnessed one Passer reconcile with his abusive mother. Lee approached to Serve when suddenly the anger seeped out of his lungs without reserve. "You selfish child, you ruined my life! You ungrateful bastard!" Seeing his mother's pain, the Passer nodded, hand over heart. "I hear you, mother. I am no longer a victim to your violence. Goodbye." He threw back his sour, scooted…