• Creativity,  Photography,  Poetry,  Writings


    I wrote this poem for a project about bodies and vulnerability. You can learn more about this project in the post “The Self in Study.” View this post on Instagram A post shared by Etched in Bark (@etchedbark) on Jan 13, 2019 at 11:55am PST The main inspiration was genetic inheritance. My dad was in the middle of his treatment for leukemia at the time and I was reflecting on the amount of cancer that occurs in my family. I’m sharing this poem with you as I return to my family home for the first time since my dad passed away a year ago.

  • Creativity,  Photography,  Poetry,  Writings


    I started an Instagram account to explore the connection between word and image that I began on Sitting in the Stacks. I’ve always been interested in possibly publishing a book of poetry that is paired or placed on top of my photography. Etched in Bark is where I’m testing out this dream.

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    Wisdom, Sometimes

    I want to swallow the world To know everything at my deepest core To intimately understand all To embrace omniscience To become Sophia …Sometimes Photo credit: Murdoch Campbell

  • Creativity,  Poetry

    Sounds of the Soul

    The sounds of the world are an untuned orchestra — a crying baby clashing with the hum of a bee’s wings. Just as crashing cymbals jar the soothing purr of an oboe. How does a crashing wave rhythmically coasting across the sand accompany the honks of a NYC cab? To the ear — the sounds of the world are a cacophony. To the soul — the sounds of the world are in harmony.   – Inspired by reading Lit by Mary Karr. *Featured image credit to cbmd on Flickr.

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    * This poem comes with a disclaimer. It was written years ago when I was very angry at organized religion. imprinted by creeds of omniscient oracles knees and palms are pierced by gravel we beg for our penance