In Thanksgiving

I’d like to take a moment to give thanks for all the great things in my life over the past year. Things have rarely been easy, but it is undeniable that I have been blessed with so many wonderful people, places, and opportunities. I’m thankful for my family: for my father, who challenges me and […]

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Poem: I Am… (IV)

I am imperfect indecision Quiet chaos, Self-censored for fear. I hold back howls despite intention. I crave connection but cannot piece myself into the puzzle.   I am not shaped satisfactorily. I am shaved down. I strip myself to quiet quirks. My full self stands forgotten.

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Poem: Ascent

Note: This is the 125th blog post on Electric/Eccentric. Hold on to the slick stone and Stay steady as you reach up, up, up Up higher, off-balance, still breathing Despite gravity’s cruel grip and creation’s grave cast Height only holds you if you try not to feel fear.   Feel the pull, feel it, let […]

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Prologue (Anna, Farmer)

I am planning to begin a serialized children’s tale based on a game my sisters and I played as young children. The following is the Prologue, modified and reprinted from an earlier iteration on this blog. There once was a sizable farm nestled in the hills of Northeast Maine, just East of the once- bustling […]

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Poem: Descent

Today, I learned that Forests will swallow you if you let them. They’re wide and long and darker than you think and If you go up, you will have to go down and it will hurt, like Hell and you’ll feel sick and it will be okay.   Because, look, listen… if you’re lucky, you’re […]

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Poem: Amsterdam

The following is an insanely bizarre, free form poem written in August of 2017. There once was a very sad monkey, and he was super into doughnuts. But the donuts were all sold out. They had been for 75 years.   The monkey considered quitting doughnuts. He could move to Amsterdam, maybe, try something new. […]

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Memoir: My Earliest Memories

The problem with memories is that they’re not terribly reliable. Recounted tales of my youth mingle with dreams to obscure the nature of my earliest years, forcing me to take even the most vivid memory with a grain of metaphorical salt. As such, I have several flashes of consciousness which vie for the title of […]

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