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 …
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 …
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 …
This is an odd sort of story with a small kernel of truth in it. Growing up, there was a man who used to sit in the middle of the food court and people watch. He seemed to always be there every time I went to the mall. Then I left for college. Home from …
I have more stories and poetry to post here, but today I am thinking about the ones that I haven’t held onto– the stories I let get lost on an old hard drive instead of transferring them to the new one. Most of these stories held at the heart of them a dying friendship, but …
This week I thought I would share another personal essay from Hollins. We were prompted to write about technology and had to choose between television, computers, and a third option that I don’t remember, perhaps our phones. I chose to write about my television at home in Wyoming. Regularly working with footnotes in the history …
This is an odd short story I wrote while studying abroad in London. Later, I recorded myself reading it out loud for an audio-zine one of my friends put together. Originally titled, “Shopping Cart Freedom,” I think that I found a much better title that suits the story. A Sensible Ant Kylie Louise McCormick Every …
An odd poem written between high school and college, blending together experiences and advice doled out to my sister and me.
This is the personal essay I wrote in the fall of 2010 for my “Creative Non-Fiction” class that made my professor, the brilliant Thorpe Moeckel, observe that I “loved sentences.” He was right, I do. I have several stories and observations about this particular essay and I think next week I will share a story …
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 …
