there and back again

poetry, thoughts, book reviews, travelogue... My name is Evelyn, and in addition to writing I enjoy painting and drawing. I specialize in portraiture, and you can find my work at elizavetarose.deviantart.com and elizavetarose.daportfolio.com. Also, I’m kind of a dork. Find dork me at leclairage.tumblr.com… Oh, btw I'm the rrrrl author guyz: Google+

New artwork!

New artwork!

First Impressions

stepping stones

brick and mortar

dormer windows

bells

dundundundun

cathedral nave

circulation desk

leather arm chair

notes in the margins

sunny D

warm hand on my shoulder

resting my head on your arm

the moon glowing over the library steps

ceiling close to my head

too warm comforter

soft silky pillows

standing on my desk paper

rustling

people whispering

chair scrape

vroomvroom motorcycle

sirens

door slam

bandaids

feet ow

fireplace no firespace

paper taped on the wall

christmas lights everywhere

pencils on the floor

gummy bears

tequila

warm.

Juanita

I have made friends with a homeless woman named Juanita. Her teeth are yellow and look sort of like dominoes. Today she wore a plaid shirt and jeans. I’ve realized that she doesn’t have a computer, or a Facebook, or the ability to google things she might need to know. It makes me wonder what will happen to the homeless as the digital age continues.

But the most important thing about her is that she is a poet.

Bridled Innocence by ~ElizavetaRose
Sorry for the photo quality - blame the model, he took the picture. But seriously, Merry I love you.

Bridled Innocence by ~ElizavetaRose

Sorry for the photo quality - blame the model, he took the picture. But seriously, Merry I love you.

Loneliness.

Loneliness.

Do you think that I’m a machine? That I can bear it? Do you think because I am poor, plain, obscure and little that I have no heart? That I am without soul? I have as much heart as you and as much soul and if God had given me some beauty and wealth I would make it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you!
Jane Eyre, Jane Eyre

(Source: lovesbooksandbones)


Wisdom Teeth

 My ears feel huge, stretched to hear the clock and the refrigerator and the boiler in the basement. My brain feels like my heart, beating rhythmically inside my skull. Little hands move things around and press behind my eyes; my mind seems pregnant with an unfamiliar me. I close my eyes, and the remaining anesthetic, the painkillers, the pain - they enjoy my senses for a while. I journey beyond the couch, into a library, to the fringe of a blue rug in a house that smells like me, to two balconies that seem the same now, where waves lap at curlicue street lamps. I jump, and I’m not sure if I land in the river or on the asphalt, because I wake up to my mother whispering and a cold spoon in my mouth. 

Ode on a Coke Bottle

Your glowing amber body,

slashed by two red bands,

sweats onto my palm.

                   

If I peer down into you,

lit up by the sun,

there’s the ten-petaled flower of your feet.

          

I twist off your top,

your soul, sharp bubbles,

fountain down my throat.

Favorite Words

On May 23, 1618, the balmy air below Prague Castle thickened with the smell of a large pile of horse manure festering in the dry moat.  About mid-afternoon, three figures could be seen flying out of an upper window.  Following their thirty-meter descent into the opportune manure pile, the two Imperial Regents and their secretary climbed out unharmed, though entirely unrecognizable. This is the true account of the Second Defenestration of Prague.

I first discovered the word ‘defenestrate’ in Latin II.  Those were the days. Instead of copying our noun charts, my classmates and I amused ourselves by finding funny ways to use our new obscure vocabulary in sentences.  From the root word ‘fenestra’, meaning window, defenestrating refers to throwing someone or something out of a window.  Defenestrate easily replaces clichés like ‘take out with the trash’ or ‘throw under the bus.’  However, defenestrate can be a surprisingly versatile word.  In the city of Prague, in particular, defenestration has twice described a major political uprising or upheaval.  The 1618 event, described above, was preceded by the more dramatic defenestration of 1419 in which seven city council members were thrown to their deaths.

A more modern usage involves computers. When a computer freezes, the user is thus defenestrated, or thrown out of the Windows Operating System.  Someone fed up with Microsoft Windows may decide to defenestrate his computer and install a different operating system.  I remember fondly the day I defenestrated my system by switching to a Mac.

So think twice about defenestrating the study of the Latin language:  we need these magnificent words!

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