June 2011
2 posts
To Love
The screened in porch blocked off the night, but for the serene cricket song that floated through the summer air. It was all too easy to believe that the porch was suspended in space—I could even feel my body gently swaying as I lay, and Mrs. Babington’s decorative string lights were like scattered stars. They blurred in my vision and when I closed my eyes, their ghosts took on dancing, alien...
“Can I get a dirty soy chai latte, slightly dry?”
– Me, bona-fide coffee snob
May 2011
12 posts
all time favorite songs [another list!]
Only the Good Die Young- Billy Joel
You’ve Got A Friend- Carole King
Take Another Little Piece of My Heart- Janis Joplin
Everlong- The Foo Fighters
Mr. Tambourine Man- Bob Dylan
Blackbird- The Beatles
Within You Without You- The Beatles
Coffee and Cigarettes- Augustana
At Last- Etta James
Mrs. Robinson- Simon & Garfunkel
Kashmir- Led Zeppelin
Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana
...
favorite books of all time [i love lists]
Harry Potter Books… ALL OF THEM- J.K. Rowling
Matilda- Roald Dahl
Walk Two Moons- Sharon Creech
Pride & Prejudice- Jane Austen
Jane Eyre- Charlotte Bronte
Wuthering Heights- Emily Bronte
Life of Pi- Yann Martel
To Kill A Mockingbird- Harper Lee
A Separate Peace- John Knowles
East of Eden- John Steinbeck
Memoirs of a Geisha-Arthur Golden
Mrs. Dalloway- Virginia Woolf
Atonement- Ian...
a poem...
Juuuuuust a warning. This is one of my angry bitch poems. If you like Alanis Morissette… read it! Also, a quick disclaimer: This is not about rape, unless you count rape of the mind and some fear. Just to clarify.
Your appeal was indefinable.
Maybe it was in those surreally blue eyes.
Maybe they gave you a cruel disguise.
Maybe it was my unbridled imagination.
Maybe a coincidental...
“One good thing about music… when it hits you, you feel no pain.”
– Bob Marley
Childhood...
A piece about the townhouse where I grew up… It was very nostalgic for me to write. Bit long, but worth your time if you’re really bored.
When I was small, my world fit inside a square of nondescript townhouses covered in beige and white siding, modestly adorned by shutters and doors in dull greens, blues and reds— a display of humble, stifling [yet strangely comforting]...
The Observers
This is a piece about the place where my grandfather grew up, where he still lives, and where I spend holidays every year. I meant to express this sense of where I come from, but also to convey a sense of my personal brand of spirituality. Whilst others may believe that to dwell on the inevitable decay of all things is morbid, I find an unwavering and breathtaking beauty in the cycle. Awe of its...
date a girl who reads
This was shown to me a few days ago, and I was so struck by how the portrait of the girl in the piece matches me… So struck that I *actually* included it in a memoir I just completed as my final project for AP English 12, along with a lengthy list of all the books that are a part of me. It’s pretty cool. Enjoy :)
Date A Girl Who Reads
By Rosemary Urquico
Date a girl who spends her...
