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,
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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
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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