The Origin of Authentic Love LettersYou told meMore Like This
as you sat at my grave
that you would never forget the day
that my last love letter jumped out of your hand
and ran away.
You were reading it in the streets of August
as an angry wind rushed by
and tore the paper out of your hand
and it had animated itself,
tumbled down the street
by the tips of its aged corners,
cartwheeling passionately away
You told me you chased after it
until the end of the street
when God decided to suck it up
into the blanket of the skies
You wrote a new one,
you told me
but it would never be the same
as the original.
Female Mongolian NamesName MeaningMore Like This
Altantsetseg Golden flower
Bayarma Happy mother
Bayarmaa Joyful mother
1. Ten-Faced Tulia Monsters rarely appeared when it was convenient to the plot, like TV leads people to believe. Sometimes they come in the middle of second period or even in the middle of the night. But sometimes – and these moments really were too far in between – they didn’t appear at all and there was a moment of rest. It was during these moments that Tulia took the opportunity to catch up on some lost sleep.More Like This
Unfortunately, her teacher would not allow her that privilege. “Tulia, wake up!”
But it was her friend, Becca – who sat next to her – that shook her awake. Tulia peeled her eyes open and lifted her head from the cold, hard desk. She looked around with lidded eyes, disoriented. Eyes peered at her from their desks.
This solicited snickers across the classroom.
“I’ve had enough of you
1. A Strange Occurance Bella rushed out of the school building, her bookbag’s strap slipping from her shoulder down to her elbow, yanking her arm down with its weight. The doors behind her slammed shut as she hastily tugged on a thin sweater over her pale pink leotard while simultaneously holding a sweet bun between her teeth.More Like This
Practice had run over an hour later than normal and now she was behind schedule. She still had to go practically to the other side of town to tend to Koetke’s garden and make it back to help her father with the shop, on top of all the homework she was assigned.
She reached the nearby bus stop and slumped against the bench under the dome of opaque glass. There was a girl there, earbuds on and her face in a book. She was dressed up to the neck in frills, ribbons and pastel colors, her hair tied into two curled pigtails that brushed against her brown cheeks. Bella picked at her sweet bun, turning away from the girl with her book
My GrandfatherMy Grandfather no longer ages.More Like This
In photos from family gatherings he stands
than the rest of us
our constant invariable.
Despite broken ribs,
not once but twice!
Despite the bull’s best efforts,
our urges to lessen the workload,
watch the races and leave the farming-
An old farmer never retires.
He doubles the size of the vegetable patch,
two new stables,
buys a flock of ewes
(and claims they’ll lamb themselves…
we all know they will not lamb themselves)
Shameless PlugI just got confirmation that some of my painted feathers are getting published in the Youth Anthology Project, a project my best friend has been working on for a while. It's a collection of poetry, prose, and artwork (printed in full colour) from students in our area ranging from 14 to 24 years old.More Like This
So yeah, this is my shameless promotion of the YAP. It should be available for pre-order sometime in the next month or so. I dunno if they're planning on shipping them to people who order or not. There's gonna be a fundraiser/book signing too, which I'm not sure that I'll be home in time to attend, but check it out anyway.
You can read all about it here: http://youthanthologyproject.wordpress.com/about/ Tell all your friends.