happy halloween!

I wish there were words to describe my utter bliss


Seriously, I'm nostalgic about this. I started college after a summer of constant Viva La Vida playing and now I'm ending college with this album. It's like the parentheses of my college career. ahhh. I can barely type that without some tears!!

obviously there will be updates once I listen to the whole thing and decide on favorite songs/lyrics. but for now all I want to do is snuggle up in bed with this lulling my to sleep. so that's what I'm going to do right now :)

Happy Coldplay Day!

The Peace of Wild Things

I've been enjoying Wendell Berry poems lately, specifically his Sabbath poems, which are occasioned from his walks on his days of rest (which is a beautiful way to birth a poem, if you ask me).

And I love this one. The last line of this absolutely pounds against me - because it is true and I'm challenged to remember that.

I hope you enjoy this one too....click here to hear him read it. (Also the last section of this one is astonishing)

The Peace of Wild Things - Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

a late-night poetry editing session

and the heart-ache to be in Nica that I experienced today led me to this poem. I wrote this one two summers ago and am thinking of ways to improve it now. But I like the memory of it.
thunderstorm in Cedro Galan

Everything is falling into puddles.

It’s the rain that drops so heavy

on the these tin roofs that I fear

the skyline eroding,

or imagine it being torn

like a cat’s claws through curtains,

strings of it collapsing

into the carpet of dirt

and then trampled

and then buried.

The storm has brought

the power down

the way the mothers make dinner here,

some mighty force behind their hands

grinding, transforming things

into what they weren’t before.

Flattened tortilla shells,

black beans,

avocado soup

materializes like the darkness –

abundant and from nothing.

around me, small fingers

are threading themselves into moonlight,

like they could pull themselves up into it

even with everything falling down.

This is what I love:

how my skin is melting from my bones

with the weight of this country, how I can

touch Nicaragua’s spine, sharp and naked,

how I can rest in bed at night,

sweat lacing the insides of my knees

and weep to the sound of rain,

sad and synchronistic.

and what I love is that even among

this groaning there are the little ones

who will braid my hair, who hold my hand

with sticky-mango-juice-coated-moonlight-moth fingers.

They will sit on my lap while the rain pounds

and hum little songs in Spanish.

Their mothers will watch them squirm,

craving to be playing soccer,

and look up at me with their familiar eyes

brown and so dark that I have the sensation

of even my veins swelling up like the river

behind their neighborhood, too full.

worn as if it had been a shell

I just read this nine times in a row. and think it is lovely and heartfelt and beautiful. (via Picker)

from “Adam’s Curse” by W.B. Yeats

terrifying tunes

I love Halloween season! I've always been fascinated by all things spooky slash supernatural slash magical (I know, sort of weird...) and so I think this time of year is super fun.

Here are four not-so-scary songs whose titles remind me of the holiday that is upon us.

1) Haunted by Leagues (LOVE this song...this band opened for Mat Kearney and I got to chat with them after the show. they rock)

2) Ghost by Parachute (my favorite song about stalking. so catchy)

3) Haunted by Taylor Swift (because a playlist isn't complete without Tswizzle)

4) Walking with a Ghost by Tegan & Sara (takes me back to my high school days. so punky and high energy)

a person-poem

yesterday I was doing work at my favorite little coffee shop and then this elderly couple came in. I was struck by how beautiful their interaction was that I stopped working and took out a piece of paper and sketched out this poem.


He leads her in, through a maze

of off-colored couches and armchairs

to a table near the register,

and sits her down in a seat

and maneuvers her feet flat against the floor

and rubs her arm and says,

I’ll be right there. I’ll be right back.

She sits dead-still like a tree

which moves in small bits at the touch

of wind – the rustle of an arm,

a small flinch of eyelid as the window a/c shushes

air across the still pockets of age

that settle on her cheeks,

and on all the corners of her body.

He orders a chocolate milkshake and slice

of cake, sits it down in front of her

and spins the straw around the frosted glass

while she stares the same stare,

and he wraps his creased fingers around hers

and moves her hands in his as though

they were the same branch, the same tree.

She opens her mouth with the sound

like fabric rustling, and lips moving with

effort, a stale repose laying still

across her face. There you go, there you go,

that’s a good bite, there he says and shuffles

the fork to her lips, smiles with all the effort

of wind, a gust or breeze that settles just so.

He wipes crumbs from her face, he lifts her

from her place and thanks the woman

At the register who calls them by name,

And who watches them leave, the same

Way - an arm beneath her elbow, a hand

Against her back, a pause to open the door

and there you go, just like that.

She’ll settle into the car seat

and watch trees, hum quietly at the radio

While they pass the streets she used to know,

And they’ll turn toward home and she will

Not know to thank him for anything when

They get inside, or to ask him questions

When he tells her his thoughts.

He’ll love her with the endurance

Of pulling up her socks

every morning, and she’ll be a tree –

rooted in the same, unchanging season

where the wind rustles the bloom,

her memory, and shades the ground the tree’s in:

of two roots promising not to move.

girl power

here are some of my favorite female-as-the-lead-singer-songs of the moment:

(thanks for this one, Eric!)

possibly our house-theme song of the moment....