Hiking Up Douglas Mountain

Getting to the mountain Days off together are a precious commodity for Nick and I, since he works retail and I have a 9-5:30 job during the week. We never know when we might get a day together, so we try to take advantage when it happens. Yesterday was just such a Sunday. We slept in together, and headed up to Douglas Mountain in Sebago after we stopped off at DD so I could get my coffee. The drive up was cloudy at the outset. Nick said that even if it didn’t get brighter or warmer, the view would still be worth it. […]

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House Hunting

By Corissa Haury Yesterday morning my husband and I got out of bed at 7:15am. We were going to hunt for a house, a difficult task for any person. When it is cold, it is hard to rise from your warm cocoon of blankets. Those who live in the North have a formidable drive before them the day after a heavy snow. The roads are not all plowed. Yet as true Mainers have taught us, we kept going. You haul your ass out of bed early and you take what you need to take. This was the fourth time we looked at houses. Four more houses today, […]

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A quiet morning [ short story ]

By Corissa Haury Winter was on its way, but it was not yet present. It still felt like it could have been late autumn, when the cold doesn’t fall below 40 degrees and there is a damp stillness to the foggy air. One still put the seat warmer on when one got in the car, but it wouldn’t be the case if it weren’t for the fact that we are all spoiled by convenience. The atmosphere hung low, engulfing most of the road before any driver’s eyes. All of the sharp silhouettes of the evergreens looked pointy and mystic in the […]

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Melancholy Casco Bay [poem]

Melancholy Casco Bay  by Corissa Haury melancholy casco bay in summer rainy in deep green summertime landscapes edged with lustrous leaves and rich, thick underbrush dripping, dancing with the soaking breezes, bright birds sing to each other, flit brush to branch the sea crashes on the rocks of the islands seawalls battered like sieged stone castles on the edge of the wide ocean on the edge of power and chaos waves dip and challenge barges and boats alike blue gray clouds linger over ghostly white hulls in the bay water and sky mingle in quiet patterns as the mists overtake hundreds […]

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September Roses

It’s a lovely September day, and the last roses are still reaching towards the sun. Maine is so lovely.        Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine. Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words. http://writing.corissahaury.com

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It’s That Time of Year

The time of year of for many cups of herbal tea, all day long, to combat the slight chill in our one-bedroom apartment on Parkside. I can’t wait for autumn; I shall take the most delightful pictures to share with you when the leaves have turned. For now, dream of warm scented steam and hot ceramic in your hands. Pull a loved one close in the cool night. Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I […]

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Peace at Table Rock

In a single day; I rested my heart on the river, and spurred it up the mountainside; I hid in deep caves and saw the wide open; I saw a mountain range from a bird’s-eye view and strained my neck upward to see its summit; I was grounded on shallow rock beds and paddled through deep, black waters; I climbed a mountain staircase barefoot and came down shod; Peace is such a very rare thing in this world. Real, heart-stopping peace that fills you with itself so your mind cannot wander to the anxieties of the world and ancient woes. […]

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