Rounded corners, circular edges, little ridges that create indentations in soft-fleshed fingers. Tiny knobs upon circles, smooth, smooth metal, a heaviness in the hand that asserts its existence.
In the dimness of the night he sits on the floor, leans against his bed, and runs his fingers over it every night before bed. He holds it until the cold of the metal gives way to the sweet warmth of his hands. It nearly becomes supple by the time he carefully sets it on the oak dresser and retires to bed. Despite his callouses each little detail sings to the pads of his fingers and recalls a melancholy unique to this moment. His thumbs caress the rol
When a Great Man dies the Earth shatters into grief while the Heavens burst with joy. While those bound to Earth grieve the loss of one of their Greatest by tearing out their wiry hair and howling at the dusky sky the Angels celebrate the freedom of such a brave soul by drinking heady nectar and singing sparkling song. As those of Earth wish him farewell with solemn whispers, wash his shattered flesh and burry his stale corpse those of the Heavens welcome him with jubilant shouts, cleanse him from his Earthly weight and raise him to Eternity. As his body decomposes and becomes one with Earth- forever bound to this land- his silvery voice is d
To the Meyer-Zendlovitz family,
Warm, sweet, nutty love. Long, stringy fresh-baked bread. Summer days spent in the limbs of trees. Crisp, fresh salad with creamy avocado. No-soy veggie burgers. The hot waft of a muffin-filled oven. Icy-cold cookies and frozen bagels.
Sweet red wine I've never tasted and heavy, bitter coffee for which I have always longed.
Hand-mixed-stirred-beaten-whipped batter and minty-chip cookies.
Magic toilet-springs and runaway boys. Brilliant orange, green, blue wings and floral potions for the faeries.
A sweet and sticky, perfectly tawny girl with gleaming eyes, sleek black hair, and endless, gorgeous promis
To my parents, Greg and Laurie Dewey.
I am a sparrow, and you are the soft leathery hands that reared me. So strange, so different, and yet you held me just right. So gentle. You hatched me from my papery, translucent egg and called my tiny, naked, pink flesh "beautiful." When my mouth gaped open, you fed me. When my eyes grew dilated, you calmed me. When I cried for attention, you held me. With short-clipped fingernails and thick calloused palms, you cradled my tiny body and taught me to hop. Still helpless, still needy, I stayed close to the cardboard box nest and followed at your heels. I cried for you, waited for you, and flitted from y
Who am I? Well, I am a girl. Young. I am an American. I am also, however, a little bit Belgian. Not by birth, though. By heart. Thank you, exchange. I am also an artist, through-and-through. My passion only grows.
Favourite Movies
Avatar, Burlesque, Tangled, Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Favourite TV Shows
House, Monk, Psych, Skip Beat, Coffee Prince, Boys Before Flowers
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Sara Bareilles, Skrillex, Flux Pavillion, Hikaru Utada
Favourite Books
Shiver/Linger, The Poisonwood Bible, The Things We Carried
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