“I could not agree with those who called the autumn a decline” by Julia at her desk

Wednesday September 4, 2019
5 minutes
Earthly Paradise
Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette

I will always recall the critique of my sixth grade teacher
in front of the entire class one afternoon as she made an
example out of me. The task was to draw three autumn trees
with pastels; the reds, the oranges, the golds.
I drew two reasonably lovely trees. I had spent so much time
getting those two just so and the bell rang. We were painting
on the hill outside our classroom and I was inspired by the
falling leaves, the perfect newness of September and all its
promise. Instead of quickly or poorly drawing one more tree,
or admitting that I couldn’t get it done in the time allotted,
I decided on the spot to rip the edges of the white paper to
frame the two trees I had drawn with an intentionality that I
was prone to back then. Such creative choices were so easily
discovered. I ripped it to give it a rustic look that would
mirror the trees and all their splotchy crowns: the dabs, the
finger tip strokes. When my teacher showed it to everyone she
said, This person was so lazy, they only did two trees and they
couldn’t even be bothered to use a pair of scissors.

“the stuff where the composition has a seduction to it” by Julia at her desk

Friday July 5, 2019
5 minutes
From a quote by Jeff Buckley

start with the eyebrow hair, gingerly plucked
by thumb and forefinger from their home there
above the eyes and do not look in the mirror

this will be your first mistake, but darling,
what is life, if not blindly ripping hairs
from your face when you begin to drift away

Write your memoir in the morning, and don’t
worry about hurting the feelings of your
loved ones, they will never read it because
you will never finish it

you will be enchanted by the possibility of all
things but your ground level conscientiousness
will prevent you from getting anything done
and you will want to blame your personality
type or your mother and both will be excuses

start with the melody, floating softly above
your cheek bones and open your mouth to catch
the drops of an almost song on the tip of your
it will feel good until it dissolves there

“Her bedroom” by Julia at LIT on College

Wednesday, September 11, 2013
10:49am at Lit on College
5 minutes
Diana Evans

It was lined with floral wallpaper but not the full wall wallpaper, just the trim or whatever. Just like -a thick strip around the top of the room. I don’t know what that’s called. It was ugly, though. I remember not liking it and if I had to sleep over it took me a while to drift off because I couldn’t stop looking at the flowers—the insecure, generic pattern that I felt, in my youth, didn’t match Cathy at all. I used to tell her every time that we should rip it down–that trim stuff or whatever–then her parents would be forced to paint it for her. She was such a prissy little do-gooder and obviously said no. So one night, when I was staying over, I waited for Cath to fall asleep, and climbed onto her dresser with a nail clipper and I peeled at the corner until the wallpaper lifted. I pulled till the strip came off where it wanted to disconnect from its mother. It felt good. It was dark so I hadn’t seen what I had done until I woke up holding the strip underneath my pillowcase where I slept on the floor.