Pause for a Poem: You’re Still Here

TW: Miscarriage/pregnancy loss Pause for a poem with me today, a poem I never imagined I would need to write. The poem below has been a work developed over the last few months since what I can now consider the worst day of my life, March 31st, 2025. The time in question occurred in the …

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Come What May (Never)

A treasured colleague recently told me, "I usually like it when I got a crisis moment...it energizes me." I won't disagree; crisis or rifts can mean upcoming change, though not always positive and productive. But even after the storm, we do eventually experience a calm, a reprieve. But it's been raining in my writing life …

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-Wheeze- Are Ghosts Real?

Put a like on the post if you understand the wheeze reference in the title. You are also free to comment "no," and a headshake 'no' if you really understand it. If you don't, check out Buzzfeed Unsolved with Ryan and Shane (they're older now as the two have moved on to make their new …

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Librarian For Hire…No, Seriously, Hire Me!

My entire life, I've been raised on check lists. Go to school? Check! Get good grades? Check! Do your studying and stay out of trouble? Check! College? Check! Masters degree? Check! As a result of the checked checklist, I've been told I'm entitled to: the job I want, a house, a decent life. I am …

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The Emotional Writer: Writing Angry

When I was writing my capstone project, Seedling (seriously, check it out on the page), I was much too eager to write in all of my problematic relationships and using my main character as the funnel for some personal vendettas. No, really, I melted the face off one character who was loosely based off an …

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Drowning in the Shallows

I admire John's eager love for the beach, the ever churning ocean waves, and the recklessness of swimming to far out islands and buoys barely visible from the sandy shore. A wildness comes out in him at the beach, when the sun is high and hot, the water cold and rushing up past your shins. He's extremely playful like a Labrador set free in a dog packed dog park, but I was so timid and downright terrified when first standing in the damp, cool sand.

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Beautiful Destruction on Glory Road

The following short story was one I wrote back in high school. It won an honorable mention in a county-wide contest, which was remarkable enough to post my picture in the city paper. I was surprised because I honestly hated this story, loathed this character I created, and still do. But to this day, it's …

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