Blackout Poetry in the Stars

The summer of 2011 I stumbled upon Austin Kleon's work sitting on a shelf in a bookstore. Not heeding the title of one of his books, Steal Like an Artist, I immediately purchased that along with his work of poetry, Newspaper Blackout. I loved the poems he created with a permanent marker and the restrictions…

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.…

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 put him in his temporary new room and the words out of his mouth, "Get me the hell out of here." There was nothing I…