Poetry

When the Sage Burns

by Corissa Haury when the sage burns to ash and the rich embers that shone grey-green and red-hot turn white and black and soft— like the feather of a dove that you found upon the ground one day when you were young; and the world was soft as that feather, soft as that ash of sage, soft as that green smoky smell…

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Writing

Writing Hangups

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…

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Motivation

Do It For Yourself

I started running consistently for the first time in my life over the last few weeks. It has spurred me to new levels of human stability and adulthood I did not think possible. The big secret behind me, a very lazy person who loves television, pizza, and ice cream, bringing themselves to run, is one teensy thing I had to…

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Commentary

It’s Easier to Hate Everyone

Lately, I have thought a lot about people and community. Last week I finished a nine week course on local history docent training. The thing that struck me the most throughout our lessons and tours was this theme: the history we share, the connection we make between archaeological artifacts and our diverse tour audiences, is not education but provocation. This comes from…

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Commentary

On Being a Pink Collar Worker

I like definitions. When my curiosity about something in the world is sparked, and I seek to understand it, I am always looking for definitions, whether they come from a dictionary, Wikipedia, social constructs, or language. When I sought to understand my place in society and in the world as a 21st century white woman with voting rights, able to…

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Commentary

Which Thoughts Are Your Own?

by C. E. Poley We often find ourselves struggling to define how we feel both inside our selves and outside. We struggle to find methods that express our thoughts and emotions, such as writing, painting, making music, mathematics, astronomy, and countless other things humans do. It is not easy to express the self with clarity. We are told every day by  American…

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Poetry

You

You by c. e. poley       I want              to rip                 the world                                 — in two,      And travel            far away    …

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Poetry

the cetacean

The Cetacean by C. E. Poley   the cetacean is mighty. he slumbers: in the deep. he rides: the crests of waves. he swallows: tiny creatures by the thousands. oceans are within his belly he reaches: the sky stretches. he pushes: the water shifts. his blood is warm as the sea is cold around him.

Short Story, Writing

The Sound of a Sneeze

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…

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Poetry

Strength

By Corissa E. Poley   It is strength to cry. It is strength to hold back tears.   It is strength to wonder why, And carry on for years.   It is strength to see your weaknesses, It is strength to see your heart;   It is strength to hold a child’s hand When the world falls apart.   It…

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