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Bringing Up the Bells

This morning I unearthed my mother’s small collection of bells from their basement purgatory. I’m not sure what possessed me to finally seek them out. The only thing I can imagine is, that lately I’ve been thinking and writing so much about my father’s belongings and why I still have so many […]

FRESH OFF THE PAGE: new womb

I’d written the first part of this poem last month, scribbled it down in my notebook for safe-keeping. This morning I felt interested in revisiting it, exploring again the sentiment that gave it life in the first place. It’ a bit grim with its mortal thoughts and all. But most […]

THROUGH MY LENS: wait and see

Honeybees dance along a pair of delicate lace curtains hanging in my bathroom window. They are kind of an old-fashioned thing, lace curtains, but I love how the light moves through them on a sunny day, casting shadows and creating that feeling of soft warmth even in the winter. Especially in the winter. […]

FRESH OFF THE PAGE: me and the words

My whole life, writing has kept me alive. Whether it was keeping a private journal, composing poems in notebooks I quickly stashed away, or writing stories as an English major my first time through college and then on my own afterward, it has always been a cherished, unequaled outlet for my […]

THROUGH MY LENS: barn at sunrise

Where I live wide-open, empty fields abound. You can look for what seems like miles and find nothing but grassy acres awaiting crops of corn, wheat, or hay. Many times, however, there will be a dilapidated old barn sitting just on the perimeter, a crumbling memory of a farm’s former […]