I’m sure you’re familiar with this dynamic. Someone asks someone else where they are from only to have them launch into a monologue about the city they were born in, where they were raised, where they call home now, and the country their parents moved here from.
Why do we ask this question and assume simple answer? Who is from just one place? Who can distill their entire essence into one geographical location and satisfy the almighty question?
I’m from Missouri. St. Louis, Missouri. And I’m from much more than that, too.
Continue reading Where are you from?
I spent five weeks in Guatemala a few summers ago and I lived with a family. This meant I stayed up the hill from all the hotels and bed and breakfasts. My home was a cinderblock house with an outdoor kitchen that sat in an alleyway surrounded by other homes made of cement, wood and corrugated metal.
From the second story of the house, you could see a beautiful view of San Pedro, the town, and the houses nearby. On my first night there, I looked out from the second story up the mountain and saw something shocking. This poem is about that experience and the little moments that teach you the most.
Continue reading Street Dogs
I’m not sure if it’s just the time of year… but I’ve recently been thinking a lot about nature. What is nature? Is my gravel-filled back yard/parking lot nature? Am I?
In a course last semester, I learned about social constructionism. Today, I think about how that idea connects to nature.
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Another flash writing! This is responding to a prompt to write about a time that I failed at something. I chose to write about the year I spent living with 5 other people in a big old house we called Sustainahouse. It was an experiment in sustainable living… and I’m not sure it succeeded.
Continue reading 7 Ways I Cheated While Living in a Sustainable Living Community
Lyrical writing, according to Wikipedia, is ‘a subgenre of essay writing, which combines qualities of poetry, essay, memoir, and research writing.’
This is my attempt at lyric writing… It’s about being under.
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This is another flash writing experiment. Except this prompt was “write about something that’s in your wallet or purse.”
Continue reading the definition of “chil”
Flash writing is a writing technique where you find a prompt, and then write a quick response, spending no more than 10 or 20 minutes on your piece. It’s a way to force yourself to practice writing, to try new things, and to not get caught up in the headspace that writing can create.
This is a flash writing piece I wrote for a prompt about describing actions. It’s about riding my bike.
Continue reading it’s like riding a bike
Today I share a poem that is the final poem in a series of four. They’re about falling in love over four full seasons. This one is summer turning into fall…
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A few years ago I spent a summer in a small town in Guatemala near a very large lake. My goal was to gain fluency in Spanish, which didn’t really happen. But I did meet a wonderful teacher who I think about often. This is a piece I’ve been working on about her.
Continue reading The modern mayan goddess
I spend a lot of time talking on the phone as a reporter. I talk on the phone to strangers, I listen to other people talk on the phone. And I’ve realized that I really like it.There’s something comforting to me about having the receiver next to my ear or the one-sided exchange I overhear.
This is the beginnings of a piece where I explore the beginning of this love. It all starts with my mom.
Continue reading listening to the voice inside her chest
This is a love poem. I know, I know. But when you’re in love, sometimes, you just have to write love poems.
Continue reading Notes About You For A Later Piece
This week I didn’t use Wikipedia’s random page. This is just a piece I wrote when the moment struck.
Continue reading Houses at Night