Brynnie

Caught between Clouds 

Caught between clouds 

Sunlight stares at me.

Illuminates the web on my window pane

And runs before I can offer it a drink.

My cheeks crinkle hard like paper,

Lips pull together as if sewn by string,

And the wind whispers of a season

Already passed. 

-Brynn

After Thoughts:

I wrote this poem from my desk (a mid century modern piece that surprisingly came with my dorm room) as I watched one of the last summer suns se...

New York City in summer isn’t hot… it’s sticky.  In addition to sticky I would say it’s busy (proven by the traffic that delayed my bus ride into Port authority station), beautiful (the brownstones off of Washington Square Park are evidence enough), and overwhelming (both in a good and honestly, in a bad way).

When I bought my first mascara I was roped into a Covergirl blue tube of “professional mascara”. The reason I picked it up… my mom, a non-makeup wearer, recommended it. While I love my mom, she didn’t know what she was talking about. It was runny, and clumpy, and grey, and horrible. I was a “professional mess” and in an aisle of mascara tube after mascara tube I had no idea which tube to buy next.

Then came my discovery of beau...

To YOU behind the computer screen,

Things are going to be changing on this blog (and for the better).

    While I could start by saying that I am overjoyed to have hit a year on my blog (which I obviously am) I feel I need to say a few things before I can celebrate. 

    In the year that I have been blogging, I have found blogging to be extremely difficult. It was hard to determine why I found it to be SO difficult as m...