allergy
torn apart
by dust
on window sills
i'm sappy sweet
without you,
somehow,
cleaning out
compartments
nobody's seen.
you sway
around my head
like ceiling fans.
you're slices of fun.
my shades
can't remember
how to fall, but,
like two legs on stilts,
you're somewhere
i don't know...
i can't prove it
but i'd swear
you lived
in my nose,
a particle of grime i
could not sweep away
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
As This Sets In by Patrick Dunn
rappelez-vous
with one sock missing
i venture
toward the memory of you.
it's september again:
this time cleaner, wetter,
rank with
thoughts i
learned to think from you.
hallmark,
where'd you go?
it seems i had
so much
in my eyes
i never saw you
while i could.
please
take me back.
you'll be
like that dryer
who eats socks,
one of which
i lose
each time i launder.
you're my muse
each time i wander.
with one sock missing
i venture
toward the memory of you.
it's september again:
this time cleaner, wetter,
rank with
thoughts i
learned to think from you.
hallmark,
where'd you go?
it seems i had
so much
in my eyes
i never saw you
while i could.
please
take me back.
you'll be
like that dryer
who eats socks,
one of which
i lose
each time i launder.
you're my muse
each time i wander.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Breakdown More by Eric Hutchinson
sparrow
you're like
landing in a tree,
and all the
branches move below me.
i
bellow your name
to the sky.
it sounds like tweet.
you're so sweet...
(you were) to me
in retrospect
i can't imagine leaving
without you but
the winds have changed.
i am south
and
you were always north.
i feel summer's much too short.
so
i sit here and sway,
bending with the broken
edges
of the love
that brought me down.
you're like
landing in a tree,
and all the
branches move below me.
i
bellow your name
to the sky.
it sounds like tweet.
you're so sweet...
(you were) to me
in retrospect
i can't imagine leaving
without you but
the winds have changed.
i am south
and
you were always north.
i feel summer's much too short.
so
i sit here and sway,
bending with the broken
edges
of the love
that brought me down.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The Wind by Amos Lee
flower
monkey gauze
like peanut butter
in my eyes
i mix the chocolate pudding
but my
life won't stir
i feel a distant package
come rumbling,
the smoke smells
thick as crumbs.
it's nestlé in the air.
it's not enough.
you're like the inside of a car.
people don't eat
in their cars anymore
except for me - i ate
marshmallows, and then
threw up
on your dashboard.
monkey gauze
like peanut butter
in my eyes
i mix the chocolate pudding
but my
life won't stir
i feel a distant package
come rumbling,
the smoke smells
thick as crumbs.
it's nestlé in the air.
it's not enough.
you're like the inside of a car.
people don't eat
in their cars anymore
except for me - i ate
marshmallows, and then
threw up
on your dashboard.
Personal Project
Today marks the beginning of a personal project I'm SO EXCITED to start. (Thanks Tobias Hibbs and Konrad Brattke for the inspiration! I love yall's self portraits.)
Since usually I keep my writing to myself, I've decided to step outside of the box and publish it... every day... on the web. My writing and photography is so interchangeable and organic that often I don't know which comes first, and each inspires the other.
So here's the project... A poem and a picture every day for a year. The blog title will be the name and artist of the song I'm listening to (and loving) that day. Please enjoy and please comment... good or bad, I want this to be a learning experience, and nothing helps me learn like critical feedback.
I love you guys... hope you all have a wonderful, wonderful year. Hallmarkers of 2009, you are the best: I miss you all very very much. Hallmarkers of 2010, yall better buckle your seatbelts!!!
Love,
Leia
Since usually I keep my writing to myself, I've decided to step outside of the box and publish it... every day... on the web. My writing and photography is so interchangeable and organic that often I don't know which comes first, and each inspires the other.
So here's the project... A poem and a picture every day for a year. The blog title will be the name and artist of the song I'm listening to (and loving) that day. Please enjoy and please comment... good or bad, I want this to be a learning experience, and nothing helps me learn like critical feedback.
I love you guys... hope you all have a wonderful, wonderful year. Hallmarkers of 2009, you are the best: I miss you all very very much. Hallmarkers of 2010, yall better buckle your seatbelts!!!
Love,
Leia
Monday, August 31, 2009
Personal Project
Tomorrow, to celebrate the start of September (it's officially fall in my book... woot woot!) I'm starting a new personal project. Stay tuned!!! :)
New website up today!
www.leiajobe.com
Just redesigned my website.... hope you like it! Had to include this image, one of my favorite from my time at Hallmark.
Easter bunny costume, $50. Warm hat, $14. Little girl in pink... priceless.
Just redesigned my website.... hope you like it! Had to include this image, one of my favorite from my time at Hallmark.
Easter bunny costume, $50. Warm hat, $14. Little girl in pink... priceless.
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