Monthly Archives: April 2015


From the initial pluck of the guitar on That Dress Looks Nice on You, I know I’m in love with this song. The riff is smooth and gentle, inviting the listener in.

After a few repeats, Sufjan starts in with his melodic voice, stating “I can see a lot of life in you/I can see a lot of bright in you/and I think that dress looks nice on you.” The perspective here seems to be on a person whom he loves, perhaps a woman.  Sufjan is focused more on what’s inside of the person rather than the exterior features. “That dress” is just an afterthought.

Another loop of chords is added as Sufjan describes her further, saying he can “see a bed and make it too” and seeing a “fireside turn blue.” Blue indicates the most intense heat of a fire source, as if his feeling were intensifying on the subject as he dwells on the life inside.  So much so that he believes he could build his own life with them.

The banjo comes in next, pulling at my heart strings with graceful runs imitating a flutter. The main verse is repeated here with “a lot of life in you” and a brief visit to the world’s overlook on what’s inside. Afterwards, the chords becomes more stagnant, resolving the song to a more steady feeling rather than fleeting. It as if the first verses are winds in your hair and the next are the wind at a standstill, watching you rather than becoming part of you.

But not long after, we are back to the swelling riffs that made me fall in love with this one. This song just fills me up for whatever reason. I’m both happy and am left with an excited, waiting feeling as if to say: what’s next? Sufjan, you’ve got a lot of life in you and I love listening to it.

If you’ve never heard of Sufjan Stevens, I highly encourage to try out some of his music. All of his albums are quite diverse and very creative. I was first introduced to him in college by having a young man stick a earbud into my ear to listen to Super Sexy Woman (apparently he thought I was the very subject Sufjan was describing…but that’s another story). And from that crazy moment on, I knew I had found one of my favorite artists.

The lyrics are below and a video link can be found here. This piece is on the album “Seven Swans”.


“That Dress Looks Nice on You” by Sufjan Stevens (Seven Swans)

I can see a lot of life in you
I can see a lot of bright in you
And I think the dress looks nice on you
I can see a lot of life in you

I can see a bed and make it too
I can see a fireside turn blue
And I can see the lot of life in you
Yes, I can see a lot of life in you

When the world looks back
when the face looks after that
I can see a lot of life in you
Yes, I can see a lot of life in you

I can see a lot of life in you
I can see your bed and make it too
And I think the dress looks nice on you
Yes, I can see a lot of life in you

I can see a lot of life in you
Yes, I can see a lot of life in you


I am exhausted.

My eyes

may fall out of my head.


My legs

they shake

like weeds in the wind.


But I keep walking

to divert the boredom.

Always on the edge.


Light weights become

sore muscles.

Bones ache.

Pain inflames.

It is hard to ignore.


But I keep walking

to divert the boredom.

Always on the edge.


Veins show through

tired skin.

Blood turns thin.

The body runs cold.


Rest is on the other side.

There I can refill

surrounding myself in

milky dreams of comfort.

But do not be fooled.

I didn’t give in.


I keep walking

to divert the boredom.

Always on the edge.


Like a rushing current, she wailed on and on. Drowning out all sounds but the screech of her own voice.

Miranda tapped her head on the steering wheel. A repetitive motion to keep her steady. God knows she needed to keep steady.

She didn’t have time for this right now. She looked back her daughter who had begun thrashing in the car seat. She beat her legs wildly on the chair.

A stiff tinge of a headache began fogging Miranda’s mind. She sighed.

A shoe flung by her, hitting the dash.

“Riley! Enough!” she yelled. Her irritation grew as she recalled the hour she just spent dressing her. Pulling that golden hair into adorable pig tails that were now a monument to static electricity.

“Why do I even bother?” She fixed her gaze back towards the placid grocery store in front of her. They would just sit here until the tantrum ran its course. Judging by the gurgle scream stage that just kicked in, it wouldn’t be too much longer.

Every time this happens. She’d told Tom about it, but he wouldn’t hear her out. He would shake his head, “You’re a stay-at-home mom. We’re not paying a sitter for a few hours just so you can go to the store. Besides, if it is such an issue, just drop her off with my mom. She can handle her.”

She can handle her. Miranda bit her lip. What was that supposed to mean?

Just two hours a week, that’s all she asked for. For two hours of peaceful shopping with no screaming. No clothes pulling. No offhanded stares from strangers, with their smug faces.

Tom always scuffed at that notion. “How can you be alone with a hundred others parading around the store?”

You don’t know any of them, that’s how. You disconnect. You are just a woman in a grocery store. No more than that. Not a mother. Not a wife.

“Are you done yet?” she asked blatantly to the burping child in the back seat. He eyes were now red and puffy, her adorable blue dress soaked at the collar.

Miranda jumped out of the van and opened up the back passenger door. Her daughter who had so angrily screamed at her only moments before now reached out with longing arms. She unfastened the belts and gently lifted Riley from the seat, wiping her face with the spare pack of wipes she always kept in the back. Riley nudged her head into the nape of Miranda’s neck, curling her fist into small balls against her chest. Miranda smiled at her deeply. If only it would stay this way.

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An old tree rooted in stone.

A mountain latched to the earth.

I am steady.


Warm feelings in the company of others.

Laughter uncontained with smiling eyes and wrinkled faces.

I am joy.


Heavy weights bound to the soul.

A sense of a presence no longer seen.

I am loss.


A sprouting bud, bound with life’s glory.

The first wailing cry of a new spirit from old.

I am creation.


The kaleidoscope of wild flowers in spring.

Golden sunsets arcing on sparkling water.

I am beauty.


Filling of the mind, satisfied with knowledge.

A communion of souls drinking thoughts of each other.

I am substance.


A traitor’s heart turned in time.

Unmasked apology desperate for peace.

I am forgiveness.


Erasing the hunger of stomach’s gone empty.

Clothing the destitute and armoring them with things unconditional.

I am grateful.


A mother’s heart, warm for her children.

Two people forever entwined, knowing nothing but each other.

I am love.