Sunday, August 28, 2011


lately, it's been things like endless record
playing and taking turns.
muted vhs tapes and hallowed
out words.
boys smoking cigarettes in the
living room, yelling at each other
through the telephone.
summer is typified in late treehouse
nights with taylor and shawn.
seeing bob dylan and quitting
my job.
mondays in echo park with the
view of city lights, sleepovers
and hot mornings
and a kiss before goodbye.
and lately, it's been learning how
to manifest good.
believing things will happen,
knowing that they should.
choosing not to worry,
letting go,
being happy.
talking about things like
tattoos and balloons and how
to write without nostalgia.
cookie sheets and long dinner
tables, chapstick and plums
and again - the record player.
hoping that summer will
leave soon and my water
will boil fast.
rocks stuck in cement cracks.
phone calls with nick from
el paso, texas and i'm trying to
figure out how to write and that
i can never say it right.
but then it's dusk again and there
are texts about plans but i'm
tightrope walking on the planks
of my floor and i never saw you
before and i'm busy,
i'm learning how to tightrope walk
on the floor.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Friday, August 26, 2011

dee lite

the end of summer is near
working on my own collection
newest additions
big sweaters & fine details

Saturday, August 20, 2011


i don't know what to say
i cannot write.

things like:


things like:



i am now selling!
welcome to my new etsy shop:
browse, shop & tell your friends!

this is all

Wednesday, August 10, 2011


"and this i believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. and this i would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected." - east of eden


EMMYLAND is a photo blog i like. here is a photo she took of my dear friend allie. click here for more.

Friday, August 5, 2011


i have moments where i think i may
be crazy, especially when i realize
that i've pulled the covers over my
head and have been talking to myself
in french for an hour. it's true, i've
been dreaming in french too.
and you don't have to say a
word, i know how you feel.
the necessity for words has
decreased, but the need for a
feast has increased since the
image queens ceased and here
i am talking crazy again;
taking sleep aids in the evening
to keep my brain from bleeding
and trying to find something that'll
help the words come back to me
because i wrote a sonnet in the
shower but then i couldn't remember
and then a poem in french -
couldn't remember that neither.
so then sleep with wet hair on
my back and fishy eyelids for
sleep and dusting my feet
and being hypnotized is nice,
goodnight and goodbye.
a hundred things on
my mind so i just sing french songs,
drink wine, lie sideways on the couch,
try and think of things to write.