just a little california dreaming

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, Except we must tarry here a little while longer, mustn’t we? My darlings. Tell me where you’re going next, and Next, please. (Tell me something, anything. You’re still out there, right?) next, I am going to go outside,Continue reading “just a little california dreaming”

but seriously, who will stop the rain (but the asia song this time)

What do you miss? I miss less than I expected, and I hesitate to characterize this thought as “comforting,” but also… I am learning about myself. Learning that, here at nearly 31, I hardly know anything, really. For example, I do not miss waiting on the bus in the rain, do not miss being splatteredContinue reading “but seriously, who will stop the rain (but the asia song this time)”

leaving hogwarts

Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of John Williams’ music for the Harry Potter movies, specifically the end track to Sorcerer’s Stone: “Leaving Hogwarts.” (Okay, my sweet fellow Puffs. I know you’re worried and you’re soft, and I love you. Put a snack in your backpack, because it’s time for us to go.) I’m still a bigContinue reading “leaving hogwarts”

once again, fuck this noise, or: (i am supposed to be revising)

But I cannot focus. I went through all the pre-writing rituals. My room is nice and clean, I have made my tea, my candle is lit, I am comfy and safe and I have nowhere else to be, nothing else to do. But I cannot focus. This is a theme lately. I cannot get through aContinue reading “once again, fuck this noise, or: (i am supposed to be revising)”

it’s still the same old story… (or: as usual, go to hell, bipolar disorder, okay?)

And it is an old refrain, to be sure: They are just around because they feel sorry for you. They are around because they are worried that you’re going to hurt yourself if you’re alone. They do not enjoy you. They do not love you. You are a burden.  (You said that to me once. IContinue reading “it’s still the same old story… (or: as usual, go to hell, bipolar disorder, okay?)”

whatever else happens tomorrow, or a prayer on star wars eve

Let us be kind to one another. Let us be kind to creators and performers and everyone who must have poured their hearts and souls into this massive, impossible thing. Let us remember that we are owed nothing, and that artists exist to create art, and not necessarily to please us. Let us be inContinue reading “whatever else happens tomorrow, or a prayer on star wars eve”

please no talking or texting (for real, i’m begging you)

Going to the movies is my favorite thing in the world. From the time I was a little kid seeing Beauty & the Beast with my mom all the way through going to see Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2 for the second time yesterday afternoon, nothing feels more exhilarating to me than going toContinue reading “please no talking or texting (for real, i’m begging you)”

video essay: “hope is the thing with lightsabers”

So, here’s the essay that inspired the creation of this blog, as well as gave it its name. This essay was first performed onstage at the Highland Inn Ballroom in Atlanta, GA on November 30, 2016. This essay was a part of the awesome live lit show Scene Missing. Thank you to Jason Mallory forContinue reading “video essay: “hope is the thing with lightsabers””