March 24, 2011


The light combed through her hair, the reddish-brown of each strand glimmering and fluttering. It was a spring-but-it-feels-like-summer kind of day, the sun barely brushing the top layer of her skin. The dash of chill that wrinkled the air (taut with warmth) rippled and fell away: the world moved slowly past, not knowing, not wondering, beautifully ignorant.

March 21, 2011

This Afternoon

Yesterday's rain trickles down the sides
of the windowpane.
The sky thunders past.
The minutes tick, tick, tick.

March 11, 2011

Happy Weekend!

Sometimes you just need a little reminder. (image via)

March 04, 2011


Someone sent me this video today, from Ralph Lauren's Rugby Poets Club (such an awesome idea, by the way!) and I absolutely love it. Everything about it is so incredible, the poem is just perfection. I've just found my new favorite poem, ever.