Category: Creative Writing

Looking forward, home.

Just as poet E.E. Cummings carries another’s heart within his own, I carry my home with me.  Continue reading

Advertisements

we wander the neighborhood.

When I get back from school, I don’t take off my shoes until I’ve walked my dog. We venture up and down through our hilly neighborhood, stopping occasionally while he sniffs at various bushes along the sidewalk. Sometimes we run, and my lungs will be screaming for air after reaching the top of a steep slope, but the rush of moving so quickly is worth it.  Continue reading

overwhelming.

seeing stars

I only have myself to blame for my endlessly running mind.

I can’t remember how long we stood there in the dying grass under the pulsing sky, feeling the breeze brush our noses as the snuffling noises of Rory’s two dogs filled our ears.

It seemed to be a good night for wishes, because Rory must have spotted at least five different shooting stars. It’s nice to know that the universe might hear our desire for response once in a while.

We saw satellites, too. They reminded me of the water bugs that skim the surfaces of ponds, balancing precariously on nothing but tension between water molecules.  Continue reading

(literal) train of thoughts.

I have taken Caltrain twice in my lifetime.

As I sat and watched the landscape fly by outside the window, I was also extremely conscious of those surrounding me. The man with the bright orange bike and even brighter shirt. The girl with a tired-looking book-bag slung across her shoulder, headphones in and eyes closed. The young boy chattering excitedly to someone that looked to be his mother- “Mommy, train run fast? Train fly far!”  Continue reading

Letters to friends at the end of junior year

**this doesn’t even cover half of what I want to say to half of the people I want to say it to but it was nice to get at least some of it down in writing. 


Dear 1,

I will forever love the fact that you never sugarcoat anything.
You’re one of the sweetest and most thoughtful people I know, but you don’t let anything get in the way of your honesty. You channel your thoughtfulness into constructed opinions that are well-rounded and understanding of existing context. I sometimes don’t know how to tell people what my real opinion is, but you rarely are and I admire that so much.

Continue reading

sidewalk monsters // 7:45am on an average thursday

photo taken by my awesome friend Nicole, definitely go check out her stuff.

photo taken by my awesome friend Nicole, definitely go check out her stuff.

Walking to school on that path near the eucalyptus trees in the morning– it’s really something special… 

First I’m fine, walking at an even pace down the pavement with music pounding in my ears. I have no second thoughts about how I might be damaging my eardrums because I’m far more concerned with the drumbeat in the background. Maybe I should start thinking about it?  Continue reading