Sweet and Soft

I'm exploring the contextual
uses of the word 
"jangly"
and would like to know,
if you are reading this,
what does that word
feel like to you?
What does it sound like?


Do not tell me what it means.
That is subjective.
But tell me 
where in your mind
this word falls,
is it a bell-ish sound?
Chimes? Or tinny guitars?
Is it folk music?
Does it feel like
sunshine? Or castanets?
Does it sound like
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros?


If so, I venture to say we have
a lot in common.


Please share your experience
with the word jangly.


Much appreciated.


Ahh, so I spend the night
in creative endeavors,
I have painted
and destroyed things
to make newer things out of old,
and it feels nice to 
work with my hands to
make something.


It is reassuring
to know that my hands are
useful in a philosophical sense.


I was also reading 
a story I had written
and never finished four years
ago, and how strange it is to 
see where I existed back those
four years,
it was not long,
but at the same time,
it's a fraction of my life
which has elapsed.


Which means something,
because I am somewhere else now.


Which is a lot of things,
I guess. 


But this story,
of vampire-human love
and the destruction of a family
and a pretty bulimic boy vampire
and a flighty girl just-turned,
this story
has something to say about my 
concept of reality and also love
four years ago.
And I think I had some good ideas.
Naive and narrow ideas as well,
but a couple good ones thrown in too.


Which is interesting.


Aside-
I need to write an 'essay'
to submit to Kenyon for their summer writing camp application.


Essay is in little quotes
because I am highly considering
transcending their 
very undefined rules
and write
this 'essay' as a free verse
extension of myself.


Just to scramble up their
pretty little heads
and make them look
at this application
a little differently.


Is this a risk I am willing to take?
I believe so.