Life at the Burrow
My name is Gabrielle. I hail from Philly. I write.
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That alien is me. –>
Head(space)
“unbeingdead isn’t beingalive”e. e. cummings Another draft from the beginning of December for my fellow winter, bluesy babes because vulnerability is all I got left. Hang in there folks, it’s war out there. ~ I hate the cold season.Continue reading “Head(space)”
Re-introductions(?)
Recently I’ve realized that, outside of my pretty yarn photos and goofy comments, I have not properly introduced myself to all the new people that I have gotten to know on the social interwebs…so instead of writing one outContinue reading “Re-introductions(?)”
Backwards
I drafted this dude back in the last week of November, after the recent eruption in the Fiber and Textiles community on the topic of racism. When Kristy Glass broke everything. ~ No matter the intensity of blue skiesContinue reading “Backwards”
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,Continue 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”
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