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comfort

Today is my nephew’s first birthday. Or it should have been. Instead of getting frosting all over his face he is somewhere in the great beyond. It is a comfort to know that the five days he was alive, he was surrounded by love and absolutely everyone went out of their way to make sure he and his family were taken care of and that wherever he is, he is safe.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 10.22.2011 @ 2:24 pm

relate

I’ve been wanting to give my parents empty nest syndrome. They’ve not had the privilege yet. I want to spread the newly feathered wings that I have had held close, and become the one that brings home the worm to open mouths. For right now I am in between shell and sky.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 10.20.2011 @ 7:11 pm

warfare

John Meyer’s music blasted into my ear, the vibrations shaking the orange juice containers on the counter. He sang about heartbreak, but all I could see were the rallies against Wallstreet and the children of Somalia dying in the desert sands somewhere far beyond where my eyes could see.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 10.16.2011 @ 12:41 pm

conviction

I have a friend who believed that everyone
“came out” to their parents no matter their sexual orientation.
With great conviction, she announced to her parents that she was straight.
Today is National Coming out day, and all I can say is, go with love no matter where your rainbow leads you.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 10.11.2011 @ 8:56 pm

trophy

I’ve never won a trophy
The only award I got in High School was for creative writing
I am not a pageant girl
I will never be Ms. America
The shiny gold objects represent things that I do not understand
Bragging rights
Achievements that you need to share with the world
I am not a trophy child

» Posted By ellie griffith On 07.18.2011 @ 11:46 am

montage

In every movie it seems, particularly Disney ones, the life of a character flashes before your eyes. Or maybe just segments. At any rate, we see how they grow stronger, they change shape and form, and we are supposed to see how they have gone from nothing to being invincible. When we die, do we see our own lives as montages? Or does it slip away like the pages of a flipbook?

» Posted By ellie griffith On 05.31.2011 @ 12:03 pm

tempted

Going to the grocery store as a little kid, it was always tempting to eat grapes off the bunches in the display cases of the produce section. Wait, tempting? My siblings and I marched through the produce aisle like it was an all you can eat buffet- all the colors and sweet smells…we couldn’t help it. Honestly.

» Posted By Ellie griffith On 05.17.2011 @ 2:26 pm

curious

This brings me back to the days of the man in the big yellow hat.
My favorite scene in the curious george books was george escaping from the zoo
attached to a dozen or so brightly colored balloons
Sometimes I think every child can relate to curious george
And the need to satisfy that “I must know everything about everything” itch.

» Posted By Ellie griffith On 05.16.2011 @ 1:22 pm

forgotten

In psych I learned about the concept of false memory
That people can make themselves remember things that never happened
Which consequentially makes them forget the things that did
Lost worlds
Silent black holes
What if all memories were false?

» Posted By Ellie griffith On 05.15.2011 @ 12:31 pm

eyeliner

My mom didn’t let me wear makeup when I was growing up. The few occasions I got to wear it was due to my friends insisting that I wear some eyeliner, mascara, the like and providing the tools for me. I never really used to think about my appearance as something that needed to be “made up” or redone. But when I got older I discovered a whole new world.

» Posted By Ellie griffith On 05.06.2011 @ 4:47 pm

clover

I had a pup named Clover once. She was a Jack Russel, lively and adorable. She had a habit of running off and sending her owners into a panic. My parents gave her away when I went abroad on exchange. “Yes we sent her to the farm” They joke, clearly thinking its funny to use the euphamism for canine euthanasia.

» Posted By Ellie griffith On 04.30.2011 @ 3:46 pm

styrofoam

I picture the packing peanuts at the bottom of christmas packages.
The ones from relatives who never remember how to spell my name.
I see them falling from the sky like the snow that remains until the end of April.
I hear it crunch into school projects, and foam like the milk on coffee at starbucks.
To me it should be like a toasty marshmallow, but in reality its a clingy curse.

» Posted By Ellie griffith On 04.22.2011 @ 3:23 pm

luxurious

The dog is stretched out in the corner of his favorite chair. It is just after the rain fall and the sun made a slight appearance. Most dogs aren’t allowed on furniture but he has free range. To many canines this type of life would be quite luxurious. Except that he has to eat the usual kibble twice a day.

» Posted By Ellie griffith On 04.17.2011 @ 10:43 am

thirst

The Lost Boys of Sudan traveled miles and miles without food or water. Their thirsty throats were parched under the bare sun. They were fleeing their homes from warfare. They were frightened of becoming sterilized while they slept. Some came to the USA but they didn’t like it. Because it was not home.

» Posted By Ellie griffith On 04.10.2011 @ 5:14 pm

determined

I am determined to outdo this illness. To walk three miles without feeling slow, to eat a spoonful of cereal without feeling weak. I am determined to climb even the smallest of hills to reach the biggest of dreams. I am going to hop over that fence just to prove once and for all that I can.

» Posted By Ellie griffith On 04.08.2011 @ 11:04 am

audience

when I was eight I was a flying monkey in the wizard of oz. We were all girls with high pitched voices and we waltzed through the audience singing “yo eee o” as loud as our prepubescent female voices could muster. From there on out I knew I wanted to be an actress.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 03.27.2011 @ 1:48 pm

woven

The tapestry above my head was woven like day old spaghetti. It smelled good in a familiar way and had the texture of a housewife. It didn’t capture dust the way they usually do but reminded me of my childhood and how I used to make forts out of sheets and couch pillows. It had a buddha in its center.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 03.24.2011 @ 11:20 am

whole

I feel like I have swallowed a watermelon whole
And that the childhood scare that should you swallow a seed
A melon will begin life in your body
Is no longer a myth
I am waiting for vines to errupt from my lips
For my flesh to become pale pink
And for my eyes to tear up with sticky juice

» Posted By ellie griffith On 03.20.2011 @ 3:04 pm

figure

Chris Martin sings about guessing at number and figures in his song “the scientist”.
I always thought he meant the human figure, or figure as in “go figure”. It made more sense as as part of a puzzle than a vague guess of someone’s body weight.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 03.16.2011 @ 12:37 pm

wander

We used to sing this song when I went to a Waldorf school. It was about Jesus and how he came forth to die. I’ve wandered up and down sidewalks and beaches, but religion isn’t usually the first thing on my mind during these strolls. I’ve wandered parts of the globe, but what is my purpose?

» Posted By ellie griffith On 03.14.2011 @ 3:10 pm

wondered

Wonder bread. If you eat it does that make it wonder-ed bread?
I often wondered as a child where ever I wandered
If the flavor of the jelly on my pb and j was real cherries
And where did they come from
I’ve always wondered where we go when
We are no longer on this earth
But six feet below its surface.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 03.10.2011 @ 9:58 am

bee

Cellphones are interfering with the dance of the bees
Where to find clover, where to hover over the perfect buttercup
It’s a sting to the heart when you do the research
We spread their golden serenity on our toast and dial our loved ones
The queens and the drones are suffering
Just so we know what to pick up for dinner.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 03.08.2011 @ 2:37 pm

swept

the song swept her off her feet. like a piece of dust on an info mercial for swiffers cousin. She was attracted, magnetized, energetic. The music swayed under the clapboards that supported her high heel shoes as she saw him for the first time in nearly a decade.

» Posted By ellie griffith On 03.07.2011 @ 8:18 am

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