Jessica EdmistonQuietHeard it can be hard to see a forest through the trees, don’t know what a tree is—I got fistfuls of leaves…Apr 1, 2014Apr 1, 2014
Jessica EdmistonLittle Riley CreekI grew up by Little Riley Creek. I’ve felt all kinds of earth beneath my own bare feet…Apr 1, 2014Apr 1, 2014
Jessica EdmistonMore RealI’m young, I am woman, I am on the prowl. You’re only twenty-one once—I’m twenty-six now…Apr 1, 2014Apr 1, 2014
Jessica EdmistonGorillaI hate gorillas—they remind me of the jungle, of the sea—of how close I really am to a world far beyond me…Apr 1, 2014Apr 1, 2014
Jessica EdmistonStardustThe stuff we’re from—dust and water, fathers, stars, atoms, daughters…Apr 1, 2014Apr 1, 2014
Jessica EdmistonDrift III’m in Ohio rocking slowly in the red chair on the porch, watching fireflies ‘neath the beech tree blinking slowly back and forth…Apr 1, 2014Apr 1, 2014
Jessica EdmistonThe TideThe morning light pours in, I don’t know how to be fully present. I flex my muscles, I stretch my limbs—sometimes I don’t feel all that connected to them…Apr 1, 2014Apr 1, 2014