Reflection My pets have always been there for me. When the pandemic hit last semester, they were overjoyed to have so much new attention, and I was blessed with the opportunity to explore hobbies I previously didn't have much time for. One of these hobbies was photography, and I had some of the best subjects [...]
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Koda
Reflection My pets have always been there for me. When the pandemic hit last semester, they were overjoyed to have so much new attention, and I was blessed with the opportunity to explore hobbies I previously didn't have much time for. One of these hobbies was photography, and I had some of the best subjects [...]
Melody
Reflection My pets have always been there for me. When the pandemic hit last semester, they were overjoyed to have so much new attention, and I was blessed with the opportunity to explore hobbies I previously didn't have much time for. One of these hobbies was photography, and I had some of the best subjects [...]
Begin at the Beginning, They Say
By Megan Mahoney September 8, 2020 Beginnings are never easy—not in life and not in writing, either. Just as different times in life will require different modes of beginning, different mindsets and different practices, different pieces of writing will require different styles of beginnings. And the beginning is often one of the hardest parts of [...]
Birthday Wishes
You bow your head down to blow out the candles. Close your eyes, count to ten. The backs of your eyelids are the color of the orange flames that waver as you pucker your lips. You start to wish for the same thing you have every year, someone you can call yours. [...]
If I Were a Color
If you ever paint me, paint me in a storm. Streak my memory across the swirling sky like streaks of flashing lightning. Let my echoing be painted as the rain that runs upon their rooftops. I have felt like a day without a sunset. I am the wailing of an untouched canvas. My heartbeat reminds me of [...]
Man of The Woods
I set upon the earth my sight. Curious to its horizon, eager to its peaks. I watched a sunset from far away, but it was snatched from me by the sounds of a crying man. A man built like boulders, shoulders wide. His chest forged from steel and stone. His hands were the width [...]
Nature is a Church
Nature is a church. The sun shines its glorious rays, Light cascading down on the Earth, Like the harmonies of angels. Nature is a church. The trees stand in ancient worship, Their limbs a steeple That can only be observed in awe and wonder. Nature is a church. Her soil is sacred [...]
Morning in Fairyland
Dew glistened on fine harp strings. Sun shone off white hair and pale skin. Music flew from fingertips. Trees sway in rhythm like a dance. Jewels sparkle like drops of moonlight. Pure notes escape ruby lips. Birds flock in the green canopy of trees, at the chime of a bell, the music stops. All [...]
in the morning, love
turn on the grateful dead. & twist your hair into braids. lace up your boots, eye your fuzzy unshaven legs, love yourself a little bit more in that moment. glance at your tattoo, a reminder to take life as it comes. reflect on the difficulties you have overcome, love yourself a little bit more in [...]
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