Thursday, 27 February 2014

I cut my hair!



This is the best picture I have at the moment, snapped in haste on a friend's phone at dinner last night. I've been quite the sensation in middle school these past few days. The sixth grades girls screamed when they saw me and ran to find their friends to tell the news. One girl looked as if she would cry. This is the life--lavished with attention for doing...well, almost nothing.  

Friday, 21 February 2014

Flicker

I see the dark inside you pressing to get out,
the gray dusk you push back with black kohl around your eyes
it lies
you are more than the shades you have invited in,
more than the valleys you have wandered
forget not
this truth
and the dark will flicker out



Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Adventure, I Hope


This picture was taken a little less than four years ago, in a temple on a green mountain in Japan. I was there for a four-week internship with the Hikone International Friendship Association with my friends Bj√∂rn, David, and Alicia. We had so much fun I never wrote down a letter during my entire time there. Since then I have graduated college, spent a year in Sweden's north, become involved in anti-sex trafficking endeavours, nearly completed my two-year term as a teacher here in Singapore, traveled to Nepal, India, the United States, Thailand, Malaysia, Wales, England, and Scotland; met two minor celebrities, started up the infamous Writer's Club, edited my own newspaper, published a Writer's Journal, tutored a student in creative writing, almost finished my first novel, and applied for a graduate school in England.

I wonder what the next year will bring. Adventure, I hope.


A sweet summer rain
Beats softly upon my brow
The sun hides its face


A sweet summer rain          
beats softly upon my brow
the sun hides its face         

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Silence

My world is quiet now,
head filled with nonsense and cotton wool
I slow, stilling further,
feel keenly this war within--
one must die that the other may live,
and I feel this dance of Death,
throat slit from the inside.
I succumb to silence.

Friday, 7 February 2014

School Snapshots



The Giver awaits

The Great Bard watches. I once suggested we light candles and bow down before him, but I was told it sounded a bit blasphemous.






Teacher Win

 Today I made these bathroom signs.






Wednesday, 5 February 2014

I Have a Question

I have done nothing with my blog, willfully neglected it for weeks, and yet the viewer count seems to hold steady. What I really want to know is, what are you looking at? Why do you visit when I do nothing? There isn't anything to see but the same old pictures again and again. I think about this and I know you cannot be new people stopping by because that, when counted up, would be a ridiculous number of readers. And I know I cannot be that entertaining.

I am bored with this--I must do something new. I don't know what, but I need somehow to stretch my creative muscles in a new, interactive way. I was thinking of maybe taking up vlogging, but that, I know, takes up time for shooting and editing, nevermind learning the software. Maybe later. And that is my problem. Later, I tell myself and struggle with ambition. In my mind I have excused the entropy of my household, my growing piles of laundry by suggesting (to myself) that I am but an undiscovered genius, a brilliant mind so taken up with greatness it cannot remember to buy toilet paper. Geniuses cannot be expected to be good at everything. A clean house? What's that? An empty sink? Who needs it?