• Julia commented on the post, silo 6 years, 2 months ago

    Abandoned, the old silo creaked in the wind. I waded through tall grassed to reach it, my camera slung behind my back. Climbing old blocks of concrete I poked my head through the hole. The cylinder spiraled upwards, upwards, exploding at the top letting the sunlight burst through.

  • Julia commented on the post, patient 6 years, 10 months ago

    Being a Rust Belt baby takes patience. I learned this early on but first articulated it in my mind on our musky old couch. It curled against a window which overlooked an industrial landscape. New Castle, PA. Abandoned smoke stacks our mountains. Things used to be different, there was more money in the valley, but today I wear old clothes, walk to…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, roof 6 years, 10 months ago

    The roof leaks a light and the light reminds me of what I’ve maybe missed by settling in this small town that I’ve known since I was a babe. I stare at the hole in the night and my eyes burn. Did I miss it? I’m still young and able to love a life that’s different… I do hope. I eat my lips in an attempt to make the vision vanish. I do love the…[Read more]

  • Julia commented on the post, higher 6 years, 10 months ago

    I stand on my toes and I’m a little bit higher than I was a second ago. Perhaps a little more distant from some of the pain on earth, perhaps a little more able to handle the “hard,” parts. I try to reach into the good things, enjoy small, happy moments in each day, but some days I need to rise on my toes to find a section of sanity.

  • Julia commented on the post, modem 7 years, 3 months ago

    I found it in a pile, eating dust since the late 90s. If I could turn it on I bet I’d find memories splayed across the screen. A more delightful picture than dust.

  • Julia commented on the post, railroad 7 years, 3 months ago

    a railroad came around
    the train took me by surprise
    and I gasped as you stared at me
    for the last time.

    no explanation
    except the whistle blowin’
    and your choice of five words
    and my heart reaching […]

  • Julia commented on the post, festival 7 years, 8 months ago

    I remember summer festivals from my childhood from third person. The summer sun slowly setting, the heat rising from the concrete as the sky slowly turned a deep blue. I see my friends and I walking down our small […]

  • Julia commented on the post, sacred 7 years, 8 months ago

    my apartment smells like burnt sage. take out the bad feelings, negativity, hatred, discouragement. My room smells like the prairie wild, burnt, but in peace with itself.

  • Julia commented on the post, champagne 7 years, 9 months ago

    The thick lake water bubbled like brown champagne after I jumped off the dock. Summer sounds blared in my ears until I hit the water. Silence. Just a simple “bloop bloop” as I drift to the bottom. My feet touch the sand and I propel myself upwards towards the surface, breaking brown champagne bubbles.

  • Julia commented on the post, insect 8 years, 1 month ago

    I grew up with an entomologist as a back door neighbor, he had a mustache and a bug on his arm wherever he went. In the summertime his wife would boil grasshoppers and bake crushed beetles into brownies. I tried the brownies, but couldn’t bring myself to eat a grasshopper whole. His daughter would pop […]

  • Julia commented on the post, final 8 years, 7 months ago

    I have taken so many final exams. One where the room was hot and sweaty. I wasn’t the only one who left the room soaking wet, my professor did too. The paper stuck to my forearm. The moisture to my upper lip. Another year, semester I came to a final in my snow boots, wool […]

  • Julia commented on the post, invent 8 years, 8 months ago

    He invented me. She didn’t realize it until it was over and he walked away, crushed rose in hand. Looking down at her feet she realized how much control he had. She scrapped the wet ground with her sneakers and began walking in the opposite direction.

  • Julia commented on the post, chocolate 8 years, 8 months ago

    It’s too smooth for words but after seeing a film documenting the pain that goes into making it I can’t eat a slice, a piece a crumb without thinking of the callused sore hands that pick the beans to allow this sweet sugar filled candy to rest in my midsection.

  • Julia commented on the post, alarm 8 years, 8 months ago

    He rang my alarm when he started talking about marriage on a snowy night drive back to his place. I was dropping him off and thought he was joking when he mentioned wanting me to be his wife. Someday. Soon. Not…ready… my thoughts pulsed with my break lights as I came to a stop. I […]

  • Julia commented on the post, fences 9 years, 2 months ago

    Splinters on wooden fences reach up like the tall grass that curves around the base. My mother cut her leg open on a chain link fence. My parents put up a white picket fence around our backyard when I was a child. My sister climbed a tall fence to watch the neighbors. I climbed a […]

  • Julia commented on the post, fences 9 years, 2 months ago

    Splinters on wooden fences reach up like the tall grass that curves around the base. My mother cut her leg open on a chain link fence. My parents put up a white picket fence around our backyard when I was a child. My sister climbed a tall fence to watch the neighbors. I climbed a […]

  • Julia commented on the post, driven 9 years, 2 months ago

    I haven’t driven very far, just across the state of Pennsylvania into Maryland, but my knees ache when I’m behind the wheel. Not in a bad ohno-Ican’tdrive-anymore kind of way, but in a please-letme-driveforever kind of way.

  • Julia commented on the post, gift 9 years, 2 months ago

    such simplicity is golden. a wrapped package, rustling with colored paper I hand it over to a dear one.

    Here. you. go.

    This. is. for you.

    A smile forms on their face and I am warm.