On Being Quarantined

In the final reflection I composed on my semester journal entries, I noted that I had found my own authentic voice within my writing...

“It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning” – Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway. Human beings nowadays seem determined to...

"Language is wine upon the lips." - Virginia Woolf to her husband (supposedly) Stagnant: (adj.) signifying stillness Monotonous: (adj.)...

I am lying on my bed in the middle of the night, eyes wide open. I was sound asleep but the energy in the air woke me up. It’s the kind...

It is fitting that as I write this, Idaho is entering the first stage of reopening the economy, easing off the Governor’s complete...

“We live in a world occupied by dead living things,” She says. “The wood on the stairs is solid oak and streaked with a fresh coat of...

Written by Anonymous sonnet in a pandemic 3/13/20 does this [everything ending] change anything between us? (are you scared, my dear? we...

“In health meaning has encroached upon sound. Our intelligence domineers over our senses. But in illness, with the police off duty, we...

1. There are four water damage rings on the ceiling of my bedroom. Two are the color of dark toast and they get increasingly lighter as...

"We do not know our own souls, let alone the souls of others. Human beings do not go hand in hand the whole stretch of the way. There is...

“We float with the sticks on the stream; helter skelter with the dead leaves on the law, irresponsible and disinterested and able,...

During this time of social isolation, the day to day experience of life can seem remarkably uniform. The differentiation between days...