Small Town Crime

This poem is based on an article I read in a small town newspaper back in 2008. While this isn't one of my best poems, I do enjoy the movement created by the punctuation and flow of words. As much as poetry is an oral tradition, it is also an extremely visual art form. Small…

Dancing Trees

This is a poem I found in one of my old notebooks. Near as I can tell, I wrote it sometime in college. There isn't too terribly much for me to say about this poem except that in each verse, I see my little inspirations-- from romance songs about dancing in the moonlight, to my…

Pennsylvania 6-5000

Yesterday was my sister's birthday! So I thought I would share a poem I wrote in college about listening to Glenn Miller in our basement with our Bubbe. The week I wrote this poem, my poetry class with T.J. Anderson had a discussion about the symbolism of the color green. T.J., as he liked us…

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.…

William Tell Has Bad Aim

On November 18, 1307, legend says that William Tell shot an apple off his son's head. The fable is wrapped up in Switzerland's Independence, framing Tell as a heroic and principled fighter for the cause while borrowing elements of the myth from neighboring cultures. Today I am sharing my first and only attempt at historical…