By Emily on March 20, 2013
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and changing everything carefully spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,while [...]
Posted in poetry, seasons, things that make me smile | Tagged e.e. cummings, first day of spring, rebirth
By Emily on February 20, 2012
Fairfield “A guy I used to know — he taught me all about the sky.” Humphrey Bogart in High Sierra I wanted it depressed, one dusty road and two cafés both with ‘help wanted’ signs. Where I ate, the waitress was too in love with the cook for the things I wanted to say. The [...]
Posted in Montana, photography, poetry | Tagged Freezeout Lake, Montana, poetry, Richard Hugo
By Emily on December 13, 2011
This reminded me of the story of how my grandparents met. There is a certain degree of randomness in all of our lives. Little choices that add up to the path one takes, even without realizing. “The tiny god of probability that brought us here.” Why I’m Here Because my mother was on a date [...]
Posted in poetry | Tagged Jacqueline Berger, poetry, randomness, The Writer's Almanac
By Emily on October 12, 2011
I recently attended a poetry reading as part of the Montana Festival of the Book. To be honest, the poet I most wanted to see, a former professor of mine, wasn’t there and initially I felt sort of disappointed. I am so penurious with my time lately – I feel like I have so little [...]
Posted in Missoula, poetry, writing | Tagged bravery, poetry, transition
By Emily on September 23, 2011
Citronella Moonlight blank newsprint across the lawn, Three-quarters moon, give or take, empty notebook, no wind. When it’s over it’s over, Cloud crossing moon, half-clear sky, then candle-sputter, shadow-crawl. Well, that’s a couple of miles down the road, he said to himself, Watching the moonlight lacquer and mat. Surely a mile and then some, Watching [...]
Posted in poetry, seasons, things that make me smile | Tagged Charles Wright, end of summer, poetry
By Emily on June 15, 2011
I really loved today’s Writer’s Almanac poem, so I thought I’d share it here. You can also sign up to receive their poems in your inbox or their podcast in your iTunes. This World is Not My Home by Charles Wright The more you say, the more mistakes you’ll make, so keep it simple. [...]
Posted in moving, poetry, things that make me smile | Tagged brevity, Charles Wright, home, nature, poetry, Writer's Almanac
By Emily on June 9, 2011
Kinda missed my deadline on this one. Spent most of the evening facilitating others’ creativity (and at times my own) via a board meeting at the arts education center I work with – fueling the creativity machine in one way or another! I was thinking yesterday about the little ways we insert creativity into our [...]
Posted in a few of my favorite things, poetry | Tagged #createstuff, 30 days of creativity, NPR, poetry, Writer's Almanac
By Emily on March 15, 2011
Say something warm. Hello. The world was full of harm until this wind placated grass and put the fish to rest. And wave hello. Someone may be out there riding undulating light our way. Wherever we live, we sleep here where cattle sleep beside the full canal. We slept here young in poems. The canal [...]
Posted in Montana, poetry, seasons | Tagged poetry, Richard Hugo, spring
By Emily on December 9, 2010
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising up everytime we fall.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson Gocco print from Lisa Congdon’s Etsy shop.
Posted in design, poetry | Tagged art, Etsy hunting, gocco, Lisa Congdon, thoughts
By Emily on November 19, 2010
I often love the photos and quotes or poems in the opening pages of Real Simple, but this month’s I found truly captivating. Although right now, the snow isn’t helping my cold, and it isn’t helping my pride when I slip on icy crosswalks and almost nosedive in public places, and it isn’t helping my [...]
Posted in a few of my favorite things, Montana, photography, poetry, seasons | Tagged first snow, giddiness, joseph o. holmes, magazine love, real simple, seasons, winter
I like writing, photography, reading, music, design, typography, paper products, days in the seventies and sparkly snow, Spanish wine and cans of PBR. I spent a year in Córdoba, Spain, working as a language and culture assistant through the Spanish government, traveling, and writing about it here. After a few years back in my home state of Montana, I moved to Austin, Texas, where I like to go exploring, take pictures of my food, write letters, dream of far-off places, and think about concepts of home.
