August 2007
6 posts
Rain 1 by Mary Oliver
All afternoon it rained, then
such power came down from the clouds
on a yellow thread,
as authoritative as God is supposed to be.
When it hit the tree, her body
opened forever.
Nothing brings me down by Emiliana Torrini
Home alone and happy
Nothing brings me down
Full of wine, unsteady
Nothing brings me down
What’s left of the rain runs down my roof
Nothing brings me down
The night is lush the air is still
Nothing brings me down
Dum dum dum dum dum dum
The windows are open, the flies are in
Nothing brings me down
The phones are off the music’s on
Nothing brings me down
Dum dum dum dum...
sabbatical year update #5
Friends,
I remember in highschool staying after volleyball games until the giant lights surged off and the wide wigged broom came to mow over the wooden floors, and more specifically, the dusty shoe prints left by fans. Staying until all of the bleachers were pushed back in place—fitting perfectly together to create a maroon wall. That is how I feel. The past two weeks (or however long...
sabbatical year update #4
Friends,
I feel like I’m staring through the blurred glass and down into barrels of emotional icecream—31 of them.
I flew up to Wheaton for a funeral for few fleeting days, took a trip to the midnight release of the final Harry Potter book with other maroon and gold clad friends, I just got off of a father-daughter backpacking trip where a blue-sky day turned into a thundering...
