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to the women in barnes 115

Gibby, Kristen, and Paige,

Thank you for making this year so unforgettable.  I can’t believe our time as roommates is coming to an end and that we won’t be living together next year. 294 more words



Lay down your flowers and weep

Kneeling in hushed repose

The verdant blanket spreads

Forever, it seems, from here

Hands splayed amongst cool blades

Head bowed, in supplication… 83 more words


Sunday Luncheon

The old hall stands in the centre of the town. Over the years the floor has been swept by debutantes, the dust stirred by the beat of music and washed with copious amounts of alcohol and drinks. 431 more words

Country Story

New Things Learned in the Final Project

Framing the Final Project:

For the final project of my Composing Digital Media class, I wanted to use platforms in which I thought I could learn more and expand my skill set. 533 more words



the sun is born
in the twilight hours of morning
dies at dusk
and its spirit
is resurrected each night
in the golden face
of the moon

© Poetry from the Inkwell 2018


What do you know of the word itself?

Who are we to decide what we deserve in this world? When all we’ll ever do will never be enough to satisfy the essence of the word. 164 more words


Tuesday: Morning Prayer


We are currently in the season of Eastertide. Easter is the annual celebration of the resurrection of the Lord, and has been observed from the earliest days of the church. 1,608 more words