After having summer creep into my life, i'm finally glad it's here. 
I spent so much of my quarter getting into my work that i didn't notice certain parts of me change drastically. I unintentionally distanced myself from people that mean the world to me. In the end, i know that i had to do it, and having finished with all A's this quarter i know that it paid off.


I'll be working at ---------s this summer and though at first i felt like i didn't fit in, i'm finally starting to feel great there. 


I feel like there should be summer resolutions, and not just new years, so here are mine:




Be productive:
- Write and circulate at least 5 zines. (one down)


- shoot a lot of film 

- Keep friendships with recent graduates going.


- Get to know myself by being alone.


- Write and typewrite, and draw.


- Lose weight and exercise


- Keep my house clean.


- Cherish friends, family, and loved ones.

30

30 days pass through two hours.

They slip

between the seams of bookbinding's

And Meddle

between a friend's moldy shoes.

Do you smell that?

"it's spring", she said.

Time to Stop crunching leaves,

Time to Start crunching time.

30 days slip into moldy shoes.

They pass time on the porch reading, waiting for spring.

30 days meddle in the same moldy shoes,

Now, do you smell it?

"I think what we all seek is God. Not the God in the sky; not the wrathful God of the Israelites; not the human God of the Garden. Maybe not that God, but a God upon which we can lean. The God that is our pillar in weakness, our guiding lighthouse, our grip upon which we hold.

God is our mother and father and sister and brother.

God is the church and

the silence and

the earth and

the spirit and

the guilt and

the fuck and

the syringe.

God is that knot between the heart and the throat that catches when fathers beat their sons, when mothers tear down their daughters, when sisters die and brothers kill their fathers.

God is weakness.

The God that we laud, the selfish God of Moses, the malevolent God of Job, the arrogant God of Qohelet—he, fuck him, he is an imposter.

My God is the hollow of mother’s shoulder where I cry and cry and cry and cry and cry.

That God is where I lean."