Writing
I’m climbing a ragged staircase that’s in the process of being slowly sucked back into the cliffside from which it was carved. When I reach out to steady myself, I feel the fuzzy heartbeat of the moss nudging my hand like a contented thought. The seagulls fall like snow and rise again with the wind, [...]
The Quirks and Benefits of a Girl Who Reads… a paraphrase by Grace Einkauf based off of Rosemarie Urquico’s response to Charles Warnke’s ‘You Should Date an Illiterate Girl’ (confused yet?) -She spends her money on books instead of clothes. -She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. -She has a [...]
Ivy clings to the sober walls like a restless sleeper clutching at the sheets. Its stretching tendrils are not the green of hopeful growth or the green of eager eyes, but the green of long-forgotten memories just barely alive in the crumbling loam. I sit in the dark, unmoving, and there’s nothing to see, but [...]
There was a searchlight in the deep night, seeking something under the weeping sky. And from my little lighthouse on the Massachusetts shore, I could not tell whether it was looking to find or be found. My orange galoshes sloshed across the sea-soaked concrete as my lighthouse and I pulled another all-nighter. I would have [...]
When my spurts of breath fog up the window of the airplane and I lean as close as I can to the sky, I think that mankind’s sense of direction is slightly boggled. We fly, and think we’re going up and out, but aren’t we really going up and in, closer to the centre of [...]
