live theater
sharing that look with her, the one that said, I know.
a magic trunk on an empty stage
watching an incredible singer and actress perform her soul out in front of us
chills running up my spine during that reprise
seeing my theater family and missing them a lot (and my film family, too) but somehow feeling a little bit okay
remembering and laughing about that time, when you actually thought I--that we--yeah. that time. haha.
hugs from you and you and you and feeling loved.
deja vu
Lisa Mitchell's album Wonder which is beautiful and perfect and I am head over heels for every single song on it
this key
knowing and inspiration rolled into one
tumblr
exchanging truths
a poem I wrote
still trying to make this work and holding out hope that eventually the trying will get easier
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
I came home
and everything had overflowed,
overflowed "with madness,"
my mother said,
but to me it looked more
like fine, pure sand
the color of Arizona dust storms
or the bottom of my feet
except for where the light shown
on it, and there
the everything looked golden
Arabian and beautiful
looked like the thoughts in my head
instead of what was before me.
(The walls were chipped too,
just as they had been before,
only more so, and
big water-marks had bubbled up,
ruining the effect.)
_____
copyright Miss Erin McIntosh, 2009
please do not reprint without permission
Poetry Friday roundup at The Boy Reader
and everything had overflowed,
overflowed "with madness,"
my mother said,
but to me it looked more
like fine, pure sand
the color of Arizona dust storms
or the bottom of my feet
except for where the light shown
on it, and there
the everything looked golden
Arabian and beautiful
looked like the thoughts in my head
instead of what was before me.
(The walls were chipped too,
just as they had been before,
only more so, and
big water-marks had bubbled up,
ruining the effect.)
_____
copyright Miss Erin McIntosh, 2009
please do not reprint without permission
Poetry Friday roundup at The Boy Reader
Friday, August 21, 2009
there and back again
I've been home since Sunday night, or to be more exact, early Monday morning.
Being away from (most) technology for almost five weeks wasn't nearly as difficult as I thought it was be, but getting on a computer again felt lovely, I'll admit. The feel of a keyboard under my fingers as I type? Wonderful.
I've been wanting to blog ever since I came back, but I haven't been able to figure out what to say or where to begin. Everyone wants to know, So how was filming? What was it like? and so on.
It was beautiful. That's one thing I can think to say.
I will post more details eventually, over here, probably. For now, though, I just wanted to whisper hello to everyone.
Being away from (most) technology for almost five weeks wasn't nearly as difficult as I thought it was be, but getting on a computer again felt lovely, I'll admit. The feel of a keyboard under my fingers as I type? Wonderful.
I've been wanting to blog ever since I came back, but I haven't been able to figure out what to say or where to begin. Everyone wants to know, So how was filming? What was it like? and so on.
It was beautiful. That's one thing I can think to say.
I will post more details eventually, over here, probably. For now, though, I just wanted to whisper hello to everyone.
Hello.
(this is me on set; happy)
(this is me on set; happy)
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