• memories

    coffee, sweet

    I didn’t always drink coffee. I have never really cared for coffee. When I worked at the university bookstore, I’d have coffee during really busy, stressful times. People around me knew to avoid me when I was having coffee because I only drank it when I was in a bad mood. Coffee isn’t a soothing, happy drink. If I want to be soothed, and happy, I’ll drink tea. Anyhow, the last 10 years, I have become a regular coffee drinker. I used to have to drown the coffee in cream and sugar to cover the taste. And then I started dropping the sugar, and finally the cream. I have been…

  • memories

    remembering – 2016 edition

    erin walker :: august 6, 1977 – october 23, 1994 when i close my eyes she’s too young to be forgotten her world has only just begun her future is an empty slate waiting to be filled and i see her standing there when i close my eyes dancing in the sky over moonbeams, around clouds starlight in her eyes angels in her hair and i see her when i close my eyes child of the sunlight daughter of the day sleeping on bed of roses with flowers in her hair the wind it softly kissed her cheek the raindrops fell like tears and i see her when i close…

  • the anomaly that is me

    january joy: friends

    I am not alone. This might seem like a silly statement, but it holds the weight of the the world within those words. I used to think I was alone. So alone. I could be surrounded by groups of people, yet feel nothing but alone. I thought I was invisible. Insignificant. Unimportant. I was sure no one noticed me, if I were there or not. But I wasn’t alone. I never was. I’m not sure when I began to realize that I wasn’t alone. It started slowly, until one day I woke up and saw just how surrounded I was with friends who cared about me. Friends who were there…

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    remembering – 2015 edition

    erin walker :: august 6, 1977 – october 23, 1994 when i close my eyes she’s too young to be forgotten her world has only just begun her future is an empty slate waiting to be filled and i see her standing there when i close my eyes dancing in the sky over moonbeams, around clouds starlight in her eyes angels in her hair and i see her when i close my eyes child of the sunlight daughter of the day sleeping on bed of roses with flowers in her hair the wind it softly kissed her cheek the raindrops fell like tears and i see her when i close…

  • memories

    20 years of remembering

    erin walker :: august 6, 1977 – october 23, 1994 when i close my eyes she’s too young to be forgotten her world has only just begun her future is an empty slate waiting to be filled and i see her standing there when i close my eyes dancing in the sky over moonbeams, around clouds starlight in her eyes angels in her hair and i see her when i close my eyes child of the sunlight daughter of the day sleeping on bed of roses with flowers in her hair the wind it softly kissed her cheek the raindrops fell like tears and i see her when i close…