Rays reach through the window Gently nudging to awaken Roll away from the light Reach across the expanse To pull you closer Ignore the sun Realize the time of day The world moves on This moment needs us now There have been many moments Many mornings rising together Many hours spent with you Remember why it started Begin a new day Awakening with you ~Cait Continue reading Awakening
It’s Fall Break for us USF students and I am finally getting a moment to pause and catch up on a little life, i.e. sitting on my couch and watching CSPAN whilst updating At The Threshold and drinking tea. As time moves forward it often seems to simultaneously speed up, so catching ahold of these few breaths is rather refreshing. It also offers a nice break for my body … Continue reading Momentum//Chlo and Co
Hi, hello, how’s it going? Yes I am still here. I have the typical excuse for not being present; I’ve been busy. But I really did not intend to be away for so long. These past few months I retreated within myself. I was caught up in many of the events going on around me, I did not take time to sit and process it … Continue reading Long time, No talk
Couplets for Brendan Thanks kid for showing me a thing or two about love as I hold ya little brother like a hand holds its glove I hope I wasn’t such a bad role model when I declined the smoke but still drank from the bottle When I’m with you I reminisce: time….growth….adolescence You remind me of the good that sits within Who I am, … Continue reading …I Reminisce
A Ballad for Millenials or something only child only guile only glide your way to idle lonely child phony guile pronely felt by way of idols what type of place employs thee? Foreign sounds silent laptop Scenes from a Ghanaian Funeral Akwaaba: welcome, to the Brunies Our khaki shorts and cameras pointed Black and red… but we have none Kete fever pitch fit for new … Continue reading Akwaaba, lonely child
Stickie Note, Honest I sit waiting for the sun As it rolls slowly across The blades of grass. Its ledge ever slipping Down the hill. Approaching No pause. Only to leave again. Bye. Chop It Up, Baby read of love so pure and young that defeats time, I feel behind. my mess is virtually mine. ask for a piece? love hurts submerged well of lost … Continue reading (not that) First Time
hi, we are still here, somewhere. Revamping and constantly in transition, the summer has settled us in separate parts of the world with many miles, people, and moments in between, save a quick venture on Caitlin’s part up to the PNW back in June. Its been a summer of shifting for me and many people that I hold closely in my circle. Specifically, I have … Continue reading hi || we are here
“So you think that you’re a failure, do you? Well, you probably are. What’s wrong with that? In the first place, if you’ve any sense at all you must have learned by now that we pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats. Go ahead and fail. But fail with wit, fail with grace, fail with style. A mediocre failure … Continue reading The Nurse Who Got a C
“The printing press is our strongest weapon” – Vladimir Lenin As the presence of Vladimir Lenin’s words may suggest, I am about to enter a more academic sphere. I will share three installments from my own research, A Soviet Grip On The Arts: Censorship Through The Russian Revolution and War. At first this seems like such a large bite to chew, but truly, I am wanting to boil it … Continue reading “Our Strongest Weapon” Part I: Y. Zamyatin
I’ve been anticipating this post for quite a few weeks now, sitting on a piece I wrote a while back. The holidays have a way of capturing my energy and drawing me out of routine. It’s a welcome abduction, a surrender to the realities of not always knowing what hour or day it is and having the fireplace become my primary dwelling. Though these are comforts … Continue reading Retreating …also, hi
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