Mj Pettengill

A slight breeze rolled down the slope of the hill, revealing that it was a violet blossom hidden beneath the shadow of its leaf.

By W.H. Auden For Cyril Connolly The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws...

Surrounded by various water sources, it is an 'all-you-can-eat buffet' for insectivores.

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If your insight, instincts, and intuition are intact, then you may be in the midst of cracking open. If you dare trust yourself, this is...

WHITE PINE HAS RECENTLY EXPLODED ON THE SCENE IN THE HERBAL COMMUNITY...read on.

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!" Julia Ward Howe, 1870

Be mindful of what may emerge. Trust yourself, and trust your characters.

Daddy always said that when somethin’ is born, somethin’ dies, and when somethin’ dies, somethin’ is born—livestock, deadstock.

I was just eight years old when I had the idea to play in the cemetery and stop and read the stones.

Time works differently when waiting for the unknown.

Together, we navigated the enduring darkness born from life—a tree no longer bleeding at the roots.

Unlike the traditional auction, familiar to us in modern times, the pauper was sold to the lowest bidder.

Once again, regarding history, I emphasize acknowledgment over judgment.

Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral. You can never see your own face, only a reflection, not the face itself. So you sigh in...

“In God’s eyes, we are the same, no matter which side of the fence we are on.”

My question today is, would my Puritan ancestors send me to the gallows?

Except for Mary and August, no one knew about the attic...

I stand at the edge of the woods, observing the contrast between the remnants of winter—death—and signs of new life. Brown and green,...

These ghosts still wander, reminding me of who we were in what seemed to be another lifetime.