Mj Pettengill

Had I left the fireflies alone, our stories may have taken a different turn.

A few weeks ago, what was weedy and brown is now waving layers of green, flowerets of yellow, and reaching for the perfect blue sky.

Here and now, we witness the great unknown, blazing new trails, and discovering that we are not lost, but the world itself is adrift.

I am a historical whistleblower. It's what I do...

The daisies come when my wearied soul is adrift in unknown waters.

Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren’t go a-hunting For fear of little men...

I played as a daughter—your daughter. This was no ordinary gig.

Each time I cried for her, the river took me back in her rage. I fought White River until I could fight no more.

Apparently, it isn’t who or what you worship, or where and why. It is about somethin’ much bigger than us, and we’re in it together.

A slight breeze rolled down the slope of the hill, revealing that it was a violet blossom hidden beneath the shadow of its leaf.

By W.H. Auden For Cyril Connolly The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws...

Surrounded by various water sources, it is an 'all-you-can-eat buffet' for insectivores.

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If your insight, instincts, and intuition are intact, then you may be in the midst of cracking open. If you dare trust yourself, this is...

WHITE PINE HAS RECENTLY EXPLODED ON THE SCENE IN THE HERBAL COMMUNITY...read on.

From the bosom of the devastated earth, a voice goes up with our own. It says, "Disarm, Disarm!" Julia Ward Howe, 1870

Be mindful of what may emerge. Trust yourself, and trust your characters.

Daddy always said that when somethin’ is born, somethin’ dies, and when somethin’ dies, somethin’ is born—livestock, deadstock.

I was just eight years old when I had the idea to play in the cemetery and stop and read the stones.

Time works differently when waiting for the unknown.