We were walking down to the dock in the dark, the moon tucked in to sleep by a layer of heavy clouds. A stiff breeze pushed the ocean up against the rocks. The floorboards of the dock were uneven beneath my feet, and I almost tripped as I felt my way slowly down to the … Continue reading Untitled
A young girl sits at the edge of a bench,
listening to the pit pat of the rain as she waits.
The moon glares at her,
its omniscient glow blanketing her face. Continue reading Bench Meets Girl
A million marbles fall from the rumbling sky. They roll down the rough cement streets of New York City like gum-balls traveling down a spiral chute. Marbles roll like candlepin balls, hitting the grooves and the ridges of the chalky ground and falling into the gutters that line the sidewalk edges like underground prisons. They … Continue reading A Million Marbles
Before my parents finally succumbed after years and years of my constant poking and wheedling for a cat, we had been the caretakers of several pet fish. They were always goldfish, some being common goldfish and some being fancy goldfish, because while tropical fish are very lovely and much easier to care for, they’ve never … Continue reading Bones in the Garden
I pull the paint
Across the canvas
Watching blood and sunsets
Fall from the dripping stain. Continue reading BROKEN PAINTING
Hunter is a senior at Newton South with a passion for music. She has been writing songs since the age of 8, and her major influences have ranged from Regina Spektor, to the Black Keys to House D.J. Cozy. She is classically trained in piano and trumpet, and she also plays guitar and ukulele. Continue reading Hunter – Do (Remastered + Drop)
Hunter is a senior at Newton South with a passion for music. She has been writing songs since the age of 8, and her major influences have ranged from Regina Spektor, to the Black Keys to House D.J. Cozy. She is classically trained in piano and trumpet, and she also plays guitar and ukulele. Continue reading COZY – Lullaby ft. Hunter
Women sit outside homes like potted plants here
with worn knees (so cross!) and fluffed wool for dyeing.
We visit them as we eat guinea pig and throw Continue reading Postcard from Cusco
My sister was eating a turkey and lettuce sandwich as we sat in silence
at the peak of the mountain, slumped beneath a massive wooden cross.
Sweat dripped from our backs as we watched fields of untouched grass Continue reading Postcard from Megeve