so often,
what i see is where i want to be
and today it was here.

the world is too big for me!
there is so much that i want to see!
& i am still so new to this world i know
can you imagine that?



today i decided i would draw
all the things
that i saw
on this board i made
of things that once seemed
to me

and girls doing amazing things
and dandelions
and ivy that clings
to a secret door
secret doors
and windows
and dancers


twice i saw it! with all these shots
once on a spoon
and then once not
ha, the second was on the ground
beside a pair of shoes

and i thought: love
it’s what i’ve been
for years
under desks i’ve used
after a class or before or neither
penciled LOVE and a heart

LOVE and a heart
that i’ve never seen
so many times
who knows what it means
but love!
an encouragement
a support
someone in favor of love

i’ll soon be leaving all of those desks
much time was spent & soon, “i went..”
fine, but just this thought occurred to me

if YOU ARE LOVED is so important to me
maybe more than desks
is what i need.

how else can i give away those words?
books and secret doors and i!
always want to be the girl on adventure

books and doors and mirrors and floors
people on adventures

color – poem

we are fascinated with sunsets.

today i was helping him study poems, for a test, for a class, that is tomorrow…
and we read one (i forgot who it is by) called expostulations and response,
or something like that.
& in the poem the friend told the writer – get up! and stop dreaming. pick up your books and leave this rock and solitude
and the writer says listen…
be up, up, and listen to these birds
because i will learn more from just sitting here than i ever will from a wise man or the words of us

it’s snowy here
here where i live
when i walk home at night it’s often falling but
even when it’s not,
it glitters.
around me,
glitter. glitter in snow, glitter is snow
and i am amazed
(then) wonder!
why am i amazed that this snow looks so similar to something we have in life,
used in our craft projects, spilled on our nails,
when all the time, the snow was there first? it’s always been glittering
our crafts are the imitators of the real thing
that falls from the sky

so sunsets
color! colors.
left in the sky
to drift away as we wait for night
we are fascinated by color that comes every night of our lives
that we don’t always get to see
but that we could never replicate

(the poem: i looked it up. it is called expostulation and reply, by william wordsworth)

hope – fall

there were only shadows, tho i tried to see
it falls from the sky, except its real
we fight for love
and i want to be here

walking, walking, we keep walking
falling, catch me! every then
trying to smile so hope will win
waving & wanting wonder in


hope is 
the thing
i know

come, & continue
you tune that never stops
fall and sing your wordless song
& still then spread your 



it is a meeting of three roads, she said
it is like that play we’ve read
that is a classic
but that i didn’t like

she was showing me the road
she takes to school, the road she drives every day
a piece of her life
of her every day
the early mornings, when it is still dark and i am still asleep
& she goes
goes to a job she is learning about
so in a few months, dear friend, when you are married & have your house
you will teach

& there will be a different road,
a different way
that i may never get to drive with her

& today
as i told her about the every day i took this summer
that these roads
to us

like the three roads that meet together
like the crossing places i read about,
read about in a book
that i very much


maybe one day i will have a blog

it will be called here is where i live
and will document the travels we’ll have when we,
friend of my life,
stand on stages and play songs about
your memories
and my dreams

it will be called sepia and other colors
and the posts will be photos, pictures of my life
pictures in colors that did not happen
because it looks better that way

glitter in the dust
therefore, this
maybe one day i will have a blog

or the colors that did..
light blue
red gold
it is the sky and the strands of red that,
are shown the top of the world

and in the sun they are red gold