By Corissa Haury Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A train-track running in both directions, A tunnel in darkness thick as smoke. Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A pill-drenched mind on introspections, A hollow echo when deep heart spoke. / Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A call to love what has come before; A query to look ahead through philos. Two perceptions divulged in a…
By Corissa Haury I am trembling with excitement and fear. I hold in my hands the last of my cash cards… The last of the money I need to leave. I have waited for over a year for this to happen. I finish closing the store as usual, knowing I will return tomorrow to work again. In my mind I plan…
The 5 Major Mind Melts of A Writer As a 20-something woman, I have forged through many preconceived notions about running, marriage, citizenry, tradition, education, history, America, and my own past. I continue to shed unhealthy misconceptions and open my heart to the billions of truths we encounter. The most intimidating obstacle, the longstanding wound on the flesh of my…
By C. E. Poley One of the things you discover during National Novel Writing Month (which I have sometimes participated in since 2008) is what kind of a writer you are. What I mean by that is, you discover all kinds of things about the ways that you like to write. For example, what your methods are, what your personal physical…
By C. E. Poley This is not really about a history of blogs. My father showed me how to express my curiosity about technology and writing at a young age. I started my first blog when I was 12. It was an HTML blog, all built in Notepad on our Windows…
A young man with a plan. by C. E. Poley “Achoo!” He heard the delightful beginnings of a cold descend on the small office call center. He did not let himself smile just yet. It had begun. The cubicle walls were drab. The hum of telephones echoed around him; educated minds performing uneducated work. The office walls that bordered the room…
What is it about the smell of ink or graphite on paper, the motion of letter after letter running together, that draws us to put physical form to our thoughts? My latest for Medium.
It feels good to start the new year off writing, that’s for sure. I didn’t think that I would be able to jump back in so quickly, but it’s always that initial hour push that gets me going. I’m glad I started working on A’s story again. He needs to be written; his story is screaming at me from the…
As the ever impending election approaches, I have been extremely loathe to say anything in public about it other than, “I’m washing my hands of this crap.” and even then, it’s still important to me and I’m still struggling with the idea of voting on Tuesday. That said, I do want to say what I think of Question 1, and…