Life at the Burrow
My name is Gabrielle. I hail from Philly. I write.
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Vile
“After great pain, a formal feeling comes –The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –“Emily Dickinson It has been quite a long few months since my last book excerpt share. It’s still new and a bit emotional each time, noContinue reading “Vile”
Do you remember…?
“The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.” – E. E. Cummings Sometimes posts just need to be light. Remember those really ridiculous surveys we loved as teens that were around every xanga (yeah, I said it,Continue reading “Do you remember…?”
Stacks
i am afraid. the mind holds images like fresh paint on thick canvas; colors fade through the years but the pattern constantly remains and i am afraid. memories build in stacks, car doors open to bitter air and inContinue reading “Stacks”
Work it
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.“ Robert Frost I come with a lot of flaws, it’s true. So much so, that I am usually pointing out even the most minuteContinue reading “Work it”
the office
No, not the funny one with Steve Carrell. I’ve been working on making my home office a personal sanctuary (or bubble of sorts) for a longer amount of time than I am willing to admit. Trying to make aContinue reading “the office”
whispers
tonight i whispered goodbye on the wind; it danced across the keys of an untuned piano, and carried through an opening door, and slivered through a black, lace shawl, and whistled through the leaves of the tallest tree, andContinue reading “whispers”
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