Over the years, I’ve continued to reassess how approach my goals for each new year — shifting from massive detailed lists with every tiny little thing to more shorter more refined goals, and eventually to reaching a sense trepidation about goal making, as in
The light through the window is orange — not the golden glow of a summer dawn, but the amber tint of light through smoke. If I step outside, the air ta…
Andrea Blythe
Life has been pretty overwhelming of late, so much so that I haven’t had time to announce some pretty exciting news. My new chapbook of prose poetry — …
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Creativity is a strange, nebulous thing — shifting between vast emptiness and the glorious noctilucence of starlight. I’m currently in a state of vibra…
Andrea Blythe
It can be hard to put words on the page at the best of time. The inner critic can rear its head, bringing on self-doubt and uncertainty, which leads to…
Andrea Blythe
Days pass strangely of late. I move through the rooms of my house in all the normal ways — eat food, watch TV, work, read, or clean — and yet there’s a…
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The counties in the Bay Area where I live issued a “shelter at home” order on Monday, making it mandatory for folks to stay home (except for essential …
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My commute to my day job was effortless this morning. The roads were nearly clear and traffic was almost nonexistent. As someone who generally drives a…
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