https://snowyears.com emille isadora Fri, 13 Nov 2020 19:09:05 +0000 https://snowyears.com en https://snowyears.com/home Wed, 11 Nov 2020 22:51:13 +0000 emille isadora https://snowyears.com/home <img width="924" height="95" width_o="924" height_o="95" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/98b2c4cf653fc03819822c4e90296414031def711d26c66bf97c6cfab81a21dc/trans-logo-clear-blue.png" data-mid="88525560" border="0" alt="#eye range:.2 rollspeed:.4" data-caption="#eye range:.2 rollspeed:.4" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/924/i/98b2c4cf653fc03819822c4e90296414031def711d26c66bf97c6cfab81a21dc/trans-logo-clear-blue.png" /><img width="924" height="95" width_o="924" height_o="95" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/98b2c4cf653fc03819822c4e90296414031def711d26c66bf97c6cfab81a21dc/trans-logo-clear-blue.png" data-mid="88525560" border="0" alt="#eye range:.2 rollspeed:.4" data-caption="#eye range:.2 rollspeed:.4" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/924/i/98b2c4cf653fc03819822c4e90296414031def711d26c66bf97c6cfab81a21dc/trans-logo-clear-blue.png" /><img width="924" height="95" width_o="924" height_o="95" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/98b2c4cf653fc03819822c4e90296414031def711d26c66bf97c6cfab81a21dc/trans-logo-clear-blue.png" data-mid="88525560" border="0" alt="#eye range:.2 rollspeed:.4" data-caption="#eye range:.2 rollspeed:.4" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/924/i/98b2c4cf653fc03819822c4e90296414031def711d26c66bf97c6cfab81a21dc/trans-logo-clear-blue.png" /> https://snowyears.com/monroe-street Thu, 12 Nov 2020 22:46:51 +0000 emille isadora https://snowyears.com/monroe-street monroe streetquarters make such a distinct noise when you rub them on scratch-off lottery tickets now all of them clink at the bottom of the laundry machine every time I wash my clothes they end up covered in red wax like the person before me dumped a box of crayola’s into the top loader my favorite color was always scarlet there’s silver dust everywhere all I have left are nickels and everything is still wet collection 1 — a dedication to dc &nbsp; https://snowyears.com/fifteenth-street Thu, 12 Nov 2020 00:48:35 +0000 emille isadora https://snowyears.com/fifteenth-street fifteenth street this October exhausted every sound and still the hours pass I am sick of my voice of the nocturnal dove outside my window my own trouble with breathing these days is the inhale look here I’ve marked myself: be still even as you move you are new and I am at best a body I felt you furthered by the difference in people- I speculate the seasons are changing all of your secrets get lost in our dialogue we wander in new times I will tell you the days are quick to keep fading I have seen this same morning before collection 1 — a dedication to dc &nbsp; https://snowyears.com/dwelling Thu, 12 Nov 2020 12:20:08 +0000 emille isadora https://snowyears.com/dwelling dwelling&nbsp;we got dressed quickly this morning the draft coming in shaking the long stems of the maranta in the corner leaves curled up like hands in prayer when I said I was starving I meant there were not enough hours to fill not enough kisses landed on my skin truth is I have too much space truth is my stomach is deep I am still hungry I asked you to feed me to fill me up when the winter wind started seeping in feeling empty and achy and I’ve left you collection II — growth // decay&nbsp; &nbsp; https://snowyears.com/cathedral Thu, 12 Nov 2020 22:44:25 +0000 emille isadora https://snowyears.com/cathedral cathedral I’ve danced in the garden before let my feet feel the new grass I’ve never hesitated to reach up and pick apples to let their skin’s melt beneath my tongue and their juices run down my neck when the weeping cherry trees have dropped their fruits into my lap I have gathered them in my skirt taken them into my mouth and sucked until only pit and stem are left when my hands are coated in sticky flesh I don’t regret choosing indulgence or having had the path of desire chosen for me instead I pop blueberries in-between my teeth and look every snake in its eyes for everything He has put here I’m meant to enjoy my pleasure holds no space for guilt collection II — growth//decay &nbsp; &nbsp; https://snowyears.com/but-what-before-us-love Wed, 11 Nov 2020 22:51:13 +0000 emille isadora https://snowyears.com/but-what-before-us-love but what before us, love? love lays its hands on everything chanting such strange and guttural invocations that we’re almost convinced healing is material in nature that all it takes is a room full of something of sage to smoke out the bitterness of snakes to bleed out the poison of carnal desire to flood out the loneliness I am here at the edge of that room and yes, the candles burn soft white, cores melting and yes, what was here before us left its dust in between the floorboards it’s just you and I with only yesterday in between us and yes, I am waiting for something as love drags its fingertips along my spine but yes, what comes next? collection III — conditions of the heart &nbsp; &nbsp; https://snowyears.com/fine-lines Thu, 12 Nov 2020 22:50:25 +0000 emille isadora https://snowyears.com/fine-lines fine lines in the morning there are bullet casings in what’s left of the garden I awoke knowing you had slept through the night “how could you?” they ask of each other even the yellow poppies have silently cropped up during the drought “what if I wanted him to?” I ask of myself unbutton his shirt my face is hot from using the word ‘love’ too many times ugly from hearing ‘yes’ I am wrong too much on the day when it rained for the last time I pointed a gun up at the sky almost didn’t hear you leaving the dust held on to your footprints sleep took every trace of expression from your face I wake and don’t have to tell anyone collection III — conditions of the heart &nbsp; &nbsp; https://snowyears.com/Information Wed, 11 Nov 2020 22:51:15 +0000 emille isadora https://snowyears.com/Information about the artist &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Emille is a twenty-something writer living and working in Columbia Heights, DC. Her favorite, and most utilized mediums are; poems, short stories, and creative non-fiction. She can occasionally be found using spoken word as a conduit to share her feelings on partnerships, plants, and conditions of the heart. By day you can find her working for the National Academy of Sciences. By night, you can find her behind a barista box, sitting at her favorite bar, or in bed with a journal. Lately, more of the latter. Emille draws her inspiration from the little details in her day-to-day life; a pattern in the coffee grinds at the bottom of a mug, the sounds of Malcom X Park on a sunny Saturday afternoon, or the feeling of crumbs on her (sometimes) upswept floors. Emille enjoys sharing her work with her friends and community. Emille has recently published her first book of poems, Snow Years. Some of her favorite writers are Carmen Maria Machado, Fernando Pessoa, and Galway Kinnell. Follow along on Instagram&nbsp; https://snowyears.com/Snow-Years Fri, 13 Nov 2020 19:09:05 +0000 emille isadora https://snowyears.com/Snow-Years snow years&nbsp; is a small book of poems dedicated to upstate New York, and all of the beautiful people whose lives entered mine during the time I spent there. I grew up spending time in the mountains of the Adirondacks and the Catskills, searching for swimming holes in the summer, and hiking snowy peaks in the winters. When I left D.C. to go to college, Hartwick was the perfect place to find myself ending up in. The school sits at the northern foothills of the Catskills. After graduating I moved to Brooklyn; rode the 2/3 train, stared up at the skyscrapers with wide-eyes, and tried to take in as much as possible every day. SNOW YEARS is my ‘thank you’ to that six-year period. get a copy, ya goose!&nbsp;︎