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 […]
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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
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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
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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Family Friday: The Singing Mailman
Shabbat HaGadol! The Great Shabbat! I hope this Shabbat lives up to its title as I hold all of those suffering from COVID-19 in prayer. It is certainly odd to
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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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The Garden
After I finished writing this story, I sat back and realized with some amount of awe that it featured the first Jewish characters I had ever written. I have shared
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
On Failure
Tonight begins Purim and I can’t help but think of where I was a year ago. Last Purim, as I gathered materials to make a homemade grogger and packed up