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Brothers We Grow

“I’ll do everything for a season”, his words pound inside my chest as I put another layer on. The temperature has dropped and the once unbearable days are now heavenly. 402 more words


Remembering Failure Is Not Just For Failures

Every so often, I feel a weight in my chest that I can only compare to that of the cider presses of the orchard up the dirt road from my childhood home. 862 more words



My seasons change, unlike nature’s season, without warning and before I know it, past-times are gone and I find myself standing in a new place. I have learned that I don’t usually realize I’m in a new season until I vocalize my observation of the changes around me…and then it clicks. 1,136 more words


An Idea That I...

I am a scotch-less writer… a wine devoid lover;
Engulfed in the romance of an idea that I dreamed.

I lie haunted by the love I believed, the love incomplete; 12 more words


We Live And We Live Again (Pt. 1)

Last weekend marked three years in Nashville and if I’m being honest, most days it feels like it’s only been three days. So much changes in this city on a daily basis that there is a constant blur in the reflection. 577 more words


All Other Things

Texas on my breath and Tennessee on my mind,
But it was me without you all the way home.

And I passed by red lights and street lights and all other things, 28 more words






noun: restitution

  1. the restoration of something lost or stolen to its proper owner.

    I have been working non-stop lately to build up a series of new paintings for some future shows and the above is a small sample of a completed 30″ x 40″piece titled…

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Joel Barnett