Posted in Non-fiction, tagged boiling water, correspondence, dream analysis, egg noodles, pajamas, tomato sauce on February 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Once, this past fall actually, I dreamed that I was in my kitchen, barefoot, pajama-clad (all stripes, and then the salmon-coloured T-shirt I spat gold and green designs onto, my hair the hair of four am) and here I was, in my kitchen (the cherry felt pot holders, the Artist magnetic poetry, a fifth of our states [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged logging, love, lumberjacks, Maine, relationships, trees on February 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Song of the Log Scaler’s Shack
In the morning of blue rowboats
and tossed on rock beaches,
we hold our hands up to the clouds
and marvel at the cut-outs
we tear from the checkered sky:
wrong-weighted hearts, the shapes
of minarets, tessellating gum
leaves, the sighs of flattened tree rings.
The shadows of our fingers
bend and beat [...]
Posted in Non-fiction, tagged Bath & Body Works, cherry, creamsicle, lotion, psychic on February 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Winding my way around the stack of candles molded to fit dishes shaped like fish and seaweed, I once again returned to the Art Stuff, which was—at this place—stacked on shelves against the wall on the left side of the store.
Biting my fingernails, I looked down, then up, down, up, then froze. I [...]
Posted in Non-fiction, tagged Bath and Body Works, cherry, creamsicle, lotion, malls, Potomac Mills, psychic, shopping on February 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
February rolled around, and I got an invitation for my friend Erin’s bowling-themed birthday party in the mail. Of course the only gifts I ever got for friends were cute little Bath and Body Works Art Stuff lotions and shaving creams and soaps that came in these adorable felt purses, so my mom agreed [...]
Posted in Non-fiction, tagged Bath and Body Works, body lotion, childhood, glitter, middle school, psychic on February 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
From fall of senior year of high school~
Your Local Nostradamus
I know that most people don’t believe in the supernatural or “larger forces” or anything, but I’m going to tell you right now—with complete and utter seriousness—I, Sarah Crossland, am psychic.
Wait, you must be saying, how can this possibly be? You don’t have a crystal ball, [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged dinosaurs, incest, prepositions, relationships, the apocalypse, unrequited love on February 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“To”
Aboard below for in
from during beyond. Round
since throughout
over pace,
over till,
without in—per past
since than to towards
regarding:
off, off, off.
(How deep is that?*)
*Rhetorical Question
