Author: rachelvb

  • Full Moon Silhouettes

    Full Moon Silhouettes from Mark Gee on Vimeo. I stole this video from Claire’s Facebook page, but it’s so beautiful it’s worth stealing. Thanks, Claire.

  • Fireweed

    Over miles, I scatter the ashes of someone once loved. You are wind and need – stay that way: Elusive, untouched but touch only me. I’ll let you linger against my skin just long enough to create one scar. Then I’ll release you, watching you crash into light like a moth – proof that all…

  • In and out

    Yesterday, I made this fig, olive oil, sea salt challah bread. This was my first bread-making and other than some dough stretched a little too thin, I’m pretty proud of myself. It’s been raining for three days and the clouds are colliding. Pat and I listened to music all day yesterday and I cleaned our…

  • Rachel vs. Boobs. Will there be justice?

    Friday night, Pat, a co-worker and I went to this place called The Vig (Uptown) – there’s soon-to-be one DOWNTOWN and also one in Arcadia noneofthisisimportant. And while we were minding our own business, drinking beers, eating smoked salmon with pita bread, capers (which I hate), some sort of soft cheese, onions, balsamic spinach, tomato…

  • "Write as if you were dying"

    I’m kind of at a crossroads – I know I need help with craft and form and I wonder how much of it I can do myself or if I can do any of it myself? I suppose there was a time way way back when when writers did not go to grad school, they…

  • I made this

    So I just got an email this morning from NewsPageDesigner – an international website that used to be run by SND (basically the Oscar committee of design) and this site is basically a place where designers from all over the world can post their work and talk about it and whatever, but think about how…

  • Happiness

    This weekend. Where do I even start with this weekend. I feel hungry and starving and full and alive. The city is such a nerve ending. We went to sleep and woke up on a different planet and a filthy one, but one I love all the same. We barely slept and when we did…

  • I love you, New York

    I’ve come back from the city like a wild animal. Hungry still, but only for the taste of it, not because I need it filling my body. It’s become obvious to me what I need to survive and I need very little. The city is a substance. I abuse it. And like a newly washed…

  • Nothing is the same

    Last night I dreamed of a river house. It stood on a hill and from the back porch you could see the water slicing the valley into two sides of a body – the river: its spine. It was dusk. The sun had already set. Like a photographer in a darkroom, night was burning the…

  • For Sale

    I’m selling prints and hopefully some designs soon here. I’ll keep updating as I gather, so hopefully there will be more images soon! Wouldn’t you like to decorate your couch with a photo they turn into throw pillows??????!?!!!!?!?!?!? Heck yes, you would!