the party's crashing us now

i turned 22. oh well.

a light on a hill.

so june began.

sonnet lvii

I got lost in the night,
without the light

of your eyelids, and when
the night surrounded me

I was born again: I was the
owner of my own darkness.

here in my suit of tin

a bottle of gin, a typewriter & a violin...
wouldnt you like that?

where the wild things are

in a few days, i might have made it through another year, but i dont think i care.

the end of may :

climbing some rocks

went climbing in the cascades near leavenworth with brian, phil, & zach...whats more gratifying than climbing your first mountain you know?

aint no lesser

" & when you feel the distance in an empty bed, lord youll know that youre the woman of a hard workin guitar pickin man."

the chapel

lauras twentyfirst birthday