Kate Hartland

Normally not the biggest fan of the desert landscape at home, but these colors and quiet coves were oh so lovely.

I think they have words for this but I doubt they would do it justice, the way my heart isn't satisfied inside my body when you talk about cellular makeup and centromeres and that pasta your dad makes so well.  Sometimes I think I could do this forever, and then you start talking philosophy an…

The birds sing here.
They twitter away, warbling through their song, on and off. The dove's coo is the most distinctive. If you want to bottle Arizona, send a dove's call from the top of a cinderblock wall. The pool pump outside the open window hums, constant in the background, and those t…

Let's go to New York.  There, we will be so overwhelmed by the sheer physicality of the city that our own bodies will pale in comparison. There won't be a "her," or "him," or last month, or last year. The moment we met will not exist in New York, and so maybe we will st…

Shoes are stacked.  Boxes overflow with scribbled papers and picture frames and unused notebooks.
As the walls become more and more bare, as I strip away more and more memories and trinkets, my heart starts to kick in. It tempts me to become frantic, to flail and fight the impending change.  As bu…

Serendipity: a couch and a chair and your best friend all in the same place, at the same time.

Here's what I've learned about summer: you can't escape it and you shouldn't want to.  I'm not sure why the extra hours of light or increased temperatures are so cataclysmic. People shed their winter skin and cicadas rub their legs together with such intensity it's hard not…

I just sold a duffel bag on eBay so I’m basically an entrepreneur. Do you think everyone in Australia is hot and stylish, or just the hot and stylish people? I always find myself reaching for detox tea while eating something like chocolate or popcorn. That’s irony for you. I can’t stop listening to t…

Greetings and welcome to June, the first day of the summertime month during which I will be writing every day. Like, whoa. I know. That shouldn't be hard, right? Really, it shouldn't. There are 24 hours in the day and I should be able to write for at least fifteen minutes, somewhere in the…

I have been writing this post in my head for the last four years, and yet I never imagined this day would come. I never, ever dreamed about graduation, or better yet, the day after. The week after. All I could focus on was the now. And I guess that's something to be proud of, really. That'…

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