backseat brain driver thought threads bunch and untangle let’s see where this goes Powered down my brain and drew another map of its contents. What do you see?
I took out my pen and began drawing the other day: stressed out, overworked, 12 hours into a 24-hour shift with not enough windows and too many doors. I thought I was drawing a roadmap, something a little complicated and impossible to follow unless you slow down the car to watch where you’re going. I […]
Alternately titled: journal of a girl who has yet to find her way I don’t want to have already experienced the last good day. I can feel the sadness seeping into these words I’m scribbling on this page, so, in the following pages because I have nowhere to be but with you we will sit down […]
I curled my leaves and starved myself to the root to deny the pain of blooming, to pollute. and what I found was that the sun didn’t shine much light and the flowers didn’t look as bright and the earth didn’t taste just right and I learned that the sun needs me and the flowers […]
Be so still that you finally notice the way the clouds once mistaken for still and sure rush across the sky by the hand of an unseen gale and perhaps consider why you too are always in a hurry
A little bit of art therapy this week! I started with a Sharpie marker and an 11 x 14 pad of paper then zoned out as drew what I thought and felt as the feelings unfolded. What do you see when you look at it?
We want to believe that if we set our intentions to develop into the sort of people we need to see in the world, that life, or the universe, or whatever, will resonate with the precise tools and opportunities needed to do so, to facilitate the love and learning– this learning to be human– this connection we crave so badly in our beautiful little lives. And if you’d asked yourself six months […]
Cold at bay with bottom shelf bourbon cobblestone streets shine bright as day as the first fireworks erupt on the horizon and the second fireworks sizzle against the neighbor’s windowpane. Die Frau ducks under the smoke, under the frantic clamor of church bells marking midnight to clink whiskey bottle to wine glass. Frohes Neues Jahr!
My name is Allyson. I was born in 1996 and named by my math teacher mother’s fifth-grade students who she told to name me anything they wanted so long as they agreed. So, they had a vote. Allyson (spelled incorrectly: A-L-L-Y-S-O-N over the traditional A-L-I-S-O-N) narrowly won first place while Xena The-Warrior-Princess (middle name all […]
a plant’s roots, pot-bound, grow to the shape of that which kills it gnarled comfortably below the surface. plant me in the garden where I may feel the sun and rain though I’ll bear the scorch and storm. these hungry wild vines of mine were meant to spread.