+ amanda's poetry +

Brothers and Sisters

How to think

we were all

just

buzzing salt, we were

newborn fires

spitting, splitting

molecules of hell between our baby teeth;

we were

nests of genius in the empty nothing,

moving so fast, shaking--

we were atoms of energy then.

The electric life, the

pulsating jazz soul

radiating through stone and

singing through tin

and vein and flesh and blood

and we were--


Sarah

Close little sister

fingertips like tiny pearls

free the knots I can't.


For a while a very obscure one

August, august now

breaks down the Epicurean grin:

the underbelly is not so pretty.

Embittered by the wild, wild wings

we turn away.

"Everything is good and magnificent, because everything is true," spoke Zosima

amidst strange and several noises,

the bones of eighty-thousand years.

It was still dark, cool.

Outside my window,

a skunk slunk

across the front yard

eating the tulips

playing,

unremorseful.

+Amanda's Mystique +

"I get a lot of ideas from dreams. I also find that I tend to wake up with weird combinations of words or phrases in my head and write them down if I remember them. Then I kind of just play around with whatever I have, and try to make sense of it. The hard part is trying to articulate what you can hear inside

Favorite run around here is Pine,[a run that goes through Pine Manor College and explores the back roads of Brookline and Chestnut Hill] hands down. It takes you through so many different settings- urban, residential, woods. It's beautiful at any time of the year and every run is different.

Favorite color: yellow

Favorite animal: This is really tough. I love all animals equally.

Raw cookie dough beats out chocolate cake and creme brulee for me."

photo courtesy of Amanda Leahy
photo taken my freshman year '06 on the "Pine" run

follow her on Twitter @amandaleahy. Thanks Mands!