Category Archives: Emotional autobiography
doin the dirty
summer rain was always such a treat. it cooled the air, and filled the air with that certain, indescribable smell, that Im sure everybody has smelled before. It also gave us kids an excuse to go outside. The rain cooled … Continue reading
miscellaneous thoughts
The idea of climbing a tree was something that always fascinated my friends and I when we were growing up. The trees were incredibly tall, and we could only image what the view from the top of one would be … Continue reading
more thoughts
for as long as I can remember, the water has been part of my life. every summer for the first five years of my life, I spent my summers at the beach on the south shore of long island. my … Continue reading
Reflections.
Changes
Field Journal Week 14
Field Journal Week 13
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ghazal
My eyes pan up, up, I raise my chin whispering to myself, imagine the wind. I wrote a poem when I was small about that exact space, right where the branches meet the wind. Their tiny bodies at its mercy … Continue reading
week 10: deep in autumn.
Identification?: I keep doing this wrong, so here are my coordinates: