Red Cedar
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Category: Writing
If all you needed was love…
I finished my term paper and had it handed in by 10:30 this morning – which officially leaves me free to live the other aspects of my life until at least mid-January when the school term begins anew! And thus I’ve got the energy… Continue Reading “If all you needed was love…”
Not writing.
I tell myself all the time that I don’t have time to write. That I don’t have space. That I don’t have enough unbroken minutes and silences to sit down and really work. Which is somewhat true. But what’s also true is that I… Continue Reading “Not writing.”
Founding mythologies
(A follow-up rough draft to my original post on Genesis). Most women intimately know the curse of Eve – the moment in Genesis where God mandates that childbirth will always be painful before casting our founding mythlings into the wilderness. From this we draw… Continue Reading “Founding mythologies”
Astralabe (a poem draft, a fragment)
Whose child was I? Granted a name promising stories written across stars, access to the future, a glimpse behind the habit my mother sometimes wore. Passed into the arms of Brittany and held in stiff folds of linen. Rustling silence and starched piety. I… Continue Reading “Astralabe (a poem draft, a fragment)”
Emigrate: A found poem and photograph
Emigrate Go in the Spring and take up a Free Farm of 160 Acres in Western Canada. (close to Schools, Churches, Railways and Markets) The Richest Land on Earth. The best climate. The fullest enjoyment of health. Men of 18 years and over get… Continue Reading “Emigrate: A found poem and photograph”
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