New phone. 34 weeks pregnant. 80 degrees.

I hate the phone.

"One day I will find the right words and they will be simple." 

- Jack Kerouac

“My dear, Don’t use the phone. 

People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry. 

Take pen and paper, and scribble words so utterly moving that whosoever reads them believes that the world is shaking and that, somewhere, mountains are crumbling. Write your ideas down. If they do take a hundred pages or more let them. Then condense them down to a few simple words. Let each of those words be like a shotgun; Let each hit the reader as if their life was at stake. Their soul! 

But… don’t use the phone." 

-JK, 1950

Dandelions in Aspen.

I'm gonna learn to love without fear.

This weekend reminded me of this song.

The below is so not for Facebook :)


i am so glad and very
merely my fourth will cure
the laziest self of weary
the hugest sea of shore

so far your nearness reaches
a lucky fifth of you
turns people into eachs
and cowards into grow

our can'ts were born to happen
our mosts have died in more
our twentieth will open
wide a wide open door

we are so both and oneful
night cannot be so sky
sky cannot be so sunful
i am through you so

ee cummings