Week 2: Creativity in Isolation

Date: 3/27/2020 Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe… Criss Jami in Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality Students are back in classes. For the most part, Georgia’s weather is beautiful. Sunshine wraps itself around buildings and warms our skin…  If we dare go outside.  Right around now, students, staff, and faculty should be catching…

Week 1: First the Blow, Then the Bruise

Date: 3/22/2020 “God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.” The Return by Walter de la Mare When Agnes’s president announced the college’s immediate move to remote education for the rest of the semester in response COVID-19, a wave of thoughts crashed onto my tongue.  For…

Fossilization

Another trip to the hospice. My mother and I had developed a routine. After the distraction of school and misery of home, off to the hospice to visit the woman who raised me from near birth, who helped shape who I was — my grandmother. Cancer had sucked her body thin and made her grip…

Walnut Log

My family decided to start my great aunt’s funeral procession at her house.  My mother doesn’t want to go inside. I don’t want to go inside The only person who dares step foot past the entry of Walnut Log, named after the street the dwelling is on, is my great aunt’s daughter. She would be…

Ways to Worship the Spud

It is easy to think of potatoes, and fortunately for men who have not much money it is easy to think of them with a certain safety. Potatoes are one of the last things to disappear, in times of war, which is probably why they should not be forgotten in times of peace. M.F.K. Fisher,…

Beet Me Up If You Want To: Unethical vs. Ethical Veganism

On Leftbook, Facebook’s young liberal sector, jokes and comebacks sting and often come with citations. Leftbook usually drags only the deserving. Usually. Unfortunately, one topic discourages accuracy: veganism. Leftbook knows jackfruit about the innards of the vegan community. In the group “It Takes $0.00 to be Like This,” a user posted a video of a…

Behaving Badly (2018)

Featured photo credit: “Clouds through a window” by Broken Haiku under Creative Commons 2.0.

Our Oak, My Oak

Our tree breathed. Its bark flaked like eczema-ridden skin; its insides thrived yet rotted like ours,  stuffed with (gummy) worms and (chocolate) animals. Our tiny hands gripped the tree’s crevices as we climbed upwards, beyond the reach of our yelling father. We hoped she would keep us safe. Our tree breathed. The science teacher at…

Seven Boxes of Cheez-Its

The forced breeze of cars zooming by tickled his face. He feels wired, every inch of him alert and open to the slightest of touch.             For the first time in only his therapist knows how long, John feels alive. Although his eye-bags are deep and dark, his skin glows. His smile illuminates. His newfound…