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Family Friday: Have Garden–Will Grow

Have Garden — Will Grow Kylie Louise McCormick I. I dug my heel into the poppies, mistaking them for thistles. The year after that, they couldn’t stop  GROWING. I grew a thumb as green as my heel, following my mother’s instruction. Strawberries to shade the roots of  flowering vines. She taught me to turn out …

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The Crickets

This is a poem I wrote late one night, during late winter while homesick in Lincoln. My studio apartment featured a loud refrigerator, which reminded me of crickets and the sounds of home.     The Crickets Kylie Louise McCormick   The mechanical buzzing, humming, sprigging in my refrigerator fills my chilled apartment at night. …

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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 weathers another spring snowstorm, this spring snow poem opines for escape. To me, poems have always been lovely little escapes or beautiful places to store …

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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 yard gravel. It has stuck in my brain all these years because it speaks to my philosophical take that humans are human. People are going …

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Stomp Dog

The Casper Humanities Festival kicked off Tuesday evening with a book club discussion of “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. The story has been a favorite of mine since I first read it in college. I have long admired Gilman’s ability to enact social change with such a creative and captivating story. Who knew …

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