Poetry
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On Coming Home
Same same, but different Yesterday your fingers recalled How it felt to play Christmas songs On the piano with a rattling F key– The piano which is rightfully yours, Except for as much as you miss it You still have no space in your house. The day before, your feet stayed warm Inside boots two Continue reading
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Sharing
Words that are mine yet belong to another. The lines resonate with the sounds of my aches and exultations. I sink into the luxury of concrete and abstract intersecting, and feel on my back the pressing weight of familiar truth revealed anew. Once, twice, and three times more I scan the page, memorizing each turn Continue reading
About Me
I’m Stephanie – a perpetual student and aspiring hobbit. I love language, literature, and theology. I’m happiest when surrounded with good food, good company, and things that grow.
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