Sound of a Sigh
The summer my Grandpa Wally fell, the hospital conditionally released him to a nursing home for a week of physical therapy. I remember the look on his face when they …
Poetry
Enebo: The Hermitage and The Hermits
Continuing with the spirit of National Poetry Month, I am sharing my explorations so far on Dr. Grace Raymond Hebard’s most beloved companion, Dr. Agnes Mathilde Wergeland. In 1890, …
On My Way
Happy National Poetry Month! In the spirit of the month, each Thursday I will try to post a poem. I dug through my old notebooks for this one. As Wyoming …
A Poem for the Polluted Air
Yesterday, my sister sent me a song accompanied by exclamation points. “We Will Become Silhouettes” by the Postal Service came out in 2003 but sure enough it sounds like it …
Pendulum
There isn’t too much to say about this poem except to speak on transferrable moods and I believe the poem speaks to that plenty. Pendulum Kylie Louise McCormick …
Neighbors
Time for another piece from my writing folder–or in this case, notebook/memory. I wrote this short poem sometime between 2006 and 2008 after my neighbor replaced their grass with pink …
For the Trees
In the spirit of the recent holiday (Tu B’Shvat), my personal writing post today honors the trees. I wrote most of these poems nestled in the Blueridge Mountains and surrounded …
While Waning
I don’t usually like to preface my writing with explanation or apologies, a habit I learned from Hollins where my work was expected to stand alone and endure critique with …