i have become well-acquainted, unwillingly, with the kind of sadness that makes you catch your breath. so sudden and sharp that it boils over spilling onto cheeks, onto notebook pages, onto kitchen counters, onto sheets where i turn sleeplessly. sometimes there’s a reason for this a problem i can solve but the worst of it [...]
she is the hands behind the paintbrush the eyes behind the lens collecting beauty, creating a life she loves she is soaring sky-blue eyes honey brown curls a beauty unlike anyone else she is effortless, enduring patience taking smaller hands in hers to show them all they can and will do she is the first [...]
he is the one we all swear we’ve known for the longest time to meet him is to return home he is the finishing touch on a perfect party a voice hoarse from singing passing out “i love you’s” as freely as cold drinks he is the most truly alive person a soul brimming over [...]
she lives her life like a work of art conversations intricate, intelligent as the collages and bright canvases hung on her bedroom wall everywhere she lives becomes a gallery collections of seashells and well-worn books telling the story of a curious, thoughtful soul. she casts wide, bold, beautiful strokes choosing to see the good in [...]
4 April 2020, 3:28pm lines of flowering trees branches outstretched to toss petals like confetti into my lap. nowhere to be, alone and content bearing witness to the simple radiance of springtime pink against green and blue against white. sunlight filtering down onto my page, casting light over my words planting freckles on my cheeks [...]
there i was twisted up breathing into every sensation my straining limbs had to offer one hand rooted on the mat, the other flying high above when i spied it- a white crescent scar outlined on my foot. vaguely i could remember pain it must have bled, stopping me in my tracks but the story [...]
twenty three is... shapeless, lovely and lonely. we are together in our singularity; the paths ahead for each of us are different, but the tiniest bit clearer each day. we don't know how long we'll get to work together, or live together, but we try to forget about that at happy hour. the sharp intersection [...]
i supposethat if we hadn't met the way we didthanks to the chances& million tiny choices made along the waywe'd be strangers and perhaps we'd sitbeside each other on a busor reach for the same zucchini at the groceryand draw back, meet eyes,polite, withdrawn, sheepish with no way of knowinghow 999,999 snap judgments agowe missed [...]
she is scarlet & grey and black & gold she is the keeper of treasured memories and getaway driver in countless adventures to come she is battered, full journals and crisp new pens she is love notes etched onto dive bar walls and the cornerstone of her communities she is rich red cabernet and conversations [...]
twenty two feels like messy cursive, ink to paper, the pen never coming off the page to breathe. breathing would mean stopping for a moment and missing a blurry, beautiful, unremarkable, magical, infuriating day. racing home to scribble down an idea before it slips away. dreams won’t move, can’t move unless you do. curled up crying [...]
Bridget Cook 