Have You Ever Seen Anything Like It?

by Abigail Rudibaugh In 5th grade Art classour new project wasto make clay food.The teacher askedit to be life-like. But at home I sawa pile of clay berriesshiny and perfectsitting on the sillabove the sink. So I decided to makea giant strawberry—different than all the rest—as a surprise giftto the collection. I didn’t know the […]

A Brief Moment That Mattered

By Abigail Rudibaugh Fresh language revives mebetter than a hot cup of coffee.Its fingers motioning secret accessto another world only lastinganother moment, while I breakthe magnetic pull of my warmlayered bed of cotton softin curiosity as my daughterdeclares, “The sunrise is wakingus up with all its colors.”.With the blinds closedshe must have seen itseeping through […]

“Let’s Talk about the Weather” Musing

by Abigail Rudibaugh If you’re new here, hi and welcome! Usually after I post a poem, I write a little musing about it, in hopes of starting a coffee shop conversation in this little corner of the internet. So finish your coffee and pull up a chair. Here are some thoughts on yesterday’s poem, “Let’s […]

Let’s Talk About the Weather

by Abigail Rudibaugh What does the coldhave to say, throwinga fit on a Wednesday.Advisories and cancellations—“Stay in, stay in,” he saysas he slaps our facewith one gust of wind. He keeps the list extensiveof what needs prepared for his presence. Heavy things worn to keep the neck, the body, warm,and stiff. It’s no coincidence. Isn’t it interestinglittle can […]

On Feelings—A Less Welcomed One

Anxiety is comingso there’s work to do.Journal, pray, read—stay busy, stay still,breathe and don’t exhaleuntil your throat catches the air. Diffuse wintergreen.Make chamomile tea, andmake yourself sweat, butpreferably not in that order.Let yourself stand in lineat Chipotle. Say yesto extra guacamole.Call your friendand talk about nothingbecause you can’t reallyname why your ribskeep clawing so tight. Tears […]

Found Inspiration

By Abigail Rudibaugh Inspiration is really goodat playing hide and seek.She asks you to count,your face flat on leather,cold and molding to youas you count to ten. You don’t tell her the truthyou don’t want to playbecause you know wellInspiration doesn’tlike the isolation. Ready or notyou duck under bedsand peek behind doorspuzzled at how easyyou […]

Moody Thursday

I’m not in the mood.Another day of grayafter a night withrestless little sleepers.The last thing I wantis to grab my penand write. Like oil changesand peeling potatoesand foldingthose same clothesevery week—routine can bea drag. Having to weara heavy coatdoesn’t help. But my body knows,practically overflows,ready to getthe words out— Rhythms at work againreminding me,“This is […]