I connect within myself the opposites of loving both people and solitude, needing order and freedom, being childlike and mature, exuding exuberance and calm, craving privacy and complete openness, longing to roam the world and grow roots. I am a creator, a thinker and a lover of life.
Category Archives: Writing
Life Lessons Learned on a Bus
Another installment of a peek into the mind of my high school self. Another installment of I haven’t really changed. Another installment of why don’t I write like this anymore? Another installment of, right, I don’t take the time to. Another installment of, well what are you going to do about it? Now, go. Life Lessons Learned on a Bus As I stroll …
A Wild Sheep Chase, Chapter 35 ¾
Part Two of a peek into the mind of my high school self, this round via an English assignment in my sophomore year. (Part one here.) We were to write an additional chapter for a book. I chose A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami. Now, I fully admit to being slightly kooky. I also fully admit to being a sponge. I easily …
A Short Little Tale Regarding the Importance of Mushrooms
A peek into the mind of my high school self (November 2003!) via a short story I wrote for English in my junior year. Unfortunately, the external harddrive on which all my pre-college work resided went and died on me, so this is one of the few digital bits that remain. Thanks to… get this… a floppy disc! …
Ode to Heat
The streets are unbalanced Tipping with weight of pedestrians Who gravitate to the side less touched by sun. We seek shade. Squares, plazas, seats, Full in the morning shade Ghosted by afternoon sun. Life clusters under shelter. Even then The indecision of the breeze Makes shaded relief temporary. Walking. Dripping. Museums, libraries, info centers. Cool wisps of …
Ode to Lost Things
I’ve left a trail of myself all over New Zealand. My gray Westmont zip-up hoodie in Auckland, my bright orange ear plugs scattered one by one in a range of hostels from north to south, my cold blue ice pack in Wanaka, and now, my trusty black wallet wandering somewhere between Oamaru and Lake Tekapo. Not to …
On the quandary of color
The shores of Lake Tekapo Latitude: 44″ 00′ 06.95 S Longitude: 170″ 28′ 49.25 E Blue is the color of this lake. That’s a lie. It’s green. Greenish-blue. Um. Teal? Sky is the colour of this lake. A greener version of the sky. This colour’s lightness belongs in the sky, not held down on earth, trapped in this lake. But if …