Showing posts with label flatmate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flatmate. Show all posts

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Haikus: Epiphany

I know this summer I haven't posted as much as usual.  Due to my job and thesis research, I didn't have as much time for personal writing as I wanted to.  I did find myself jotting down phrases on the go and eventually got the idea to work on a collection of haikus.  I had a lot of fun with this project and it was really fascinating how once I embraced the form, it seems like I started thinking 5-7-5.  I'm not sure if this project is over, but it's time I share these snippets from the past few months.

So, without further adieu, summer 2015 according to Haikus: Epiphany.


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Cascadia:
Disillusioned ones
walk on. But the face of God
is a mountainside. 



Staying up the hours the carpool lane is open:
Embrace the night owl 
living within yourself and 
stop harboring guilt.



Post Alley:
I don't remember
the song playing, but I now 
have my alibi 



Flat Rate Boxes:
Can't account for the 
words, tears, everything, but...
"You want your stuff back?" 



Park West:
See the pale half-moon, 
fire-red sun share the sky
and feel my pulse calm. 



Breakfast conversations:
"Girls go to work, too?"
As mothers and execs, but
yes, darling girl, yes.



12805:
Strangers footprints mark
once most-familiar floors,
when home is not home.



Soho, 1.30am:
"What the hell is that?"
Your wedding ring... Brokenness 
I can't help you bear. 



Anticipation:
Oxford isn't a place, 
but an ancient creature made
of heart-beating stones. 



Original Starbucks:
Spain. England. Belgium. 
"No, that wasn't the last one." 
Stroking away fears...



Welcome:
Fresh-faced pixies, once
I was like you, before I 
felt always behind. 



Cœur de la vallée:
Wood smoke.  Unbroke.  Our
star-gazing conversations
ease anxiety. 



Highway 101:
Ever think about
Seattle and recall that
corridor we shared? 



An Erasure from Compline, Book of Common Prayer:
Glory to Father, Son 
Holy Spirit, as it was, 
is, will be. Amen.



Westview:
That moment when they
cry, "I can't believe..." and it's
like vindication. 



Wednesday, October 9, 2013

#flatmateconvos, pt. 1

So... my flatmate and I have the best conversations.  Sometimes I think back on them, or are in the middle of them and think - "wow, she/I just said that.  That's brilliant/hilarious/awful/weird/awesome/_____."  Anyway, I thought I'd start recording some of the gems for the sake of posterity.

Beks (on being single):  I may be a unicycle in a bicycle world, but I'm okay with that.

Samara:  I don't know, I just think water's pretty existential. Don't you?

Samara:  So I found out today that a guy at the office really likes Sherlock and has watched some Doctor Who.
Beks:  Oh and have you discussed baby names?
Samara:  Hamish, obvi!
Both:  Hahaha!
[For the record: I'm not that desperate!]

Both:  It doesn't have cheese?  Then it's not dinner.

Both:    "Well..."  (pronounced like "whale" with a long "l" :)