the assertion of my life

sisters sleeping, morning, June 2010.

I write: I write because we lived together, because I was one amongst them, a shadow amongst their shadows, a body close to their bodies. I write because they left in me their indelible mark, whose trace is writing. Their memory is dead in writing; writing is the memory of their death and the assertion of my life.

-George Perec, W, or the Memory of Childhood via teaching literacy

diving into the wreck

The thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage
worn by salt and away into this threadbare beauty
the ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.
- Adrienne Rich, an amazing poet who passed away this week.

(photo by my sister, Tracy Nolan)

love//water

via aubreyrd

explore

image via lifeonsaturdays

like poppies glowing

California Scarf by Leah Goren via Etsy

don't worry i'll catch you

Photo of an adorable young Matty doing what he always loved
by Chris Bedard

andy's hands

lion's mane

love is the scene I render when you catch me wide awake.
- Iron & Wine

antique green.

via dialogues: sawdust // tinsel

born knowing them

Writing has laws of perspective, of light & shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them.
- Truman Capote

but when you reach

She’s like smoke. You think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her there’s nothing there.
— Ryu Murakami

(image via Aubreyrd tumblr)

truth.

here beneath my lungs

Night
Block Island
August 2011