I’ve been writing my way through life since I first learned how to hold a pencil. I’ve nearly written it all — I’ve captured storybook fantasies in elementary school, responded to prompts for appraisal in middle school, reported in-depth articles, published my own poetry books, and slogged pages of research reports for my undergraduate education.Continue reading “Write Now: I Trust In Myself”
Author Archives: Bethany N. Bella
I’m going back to school
It took 2 years, 3 jobs, and nearly 6 months of muted anticipation (I’ve been waiting a long time to say this!), but I have some exciting news: I am going back to school. I graduated from Ohio University two years ago to date with a plan to continue my education in critical, feminist geographiesContinue reading “I’m going back to school”
water & earth
I am drawn to the water Like a pianist to keys I run after ripples And chase down the seas My body becomes me I feel every wave Of emotion descending Buoyantly grave I hear springs teeming Their echoes besiege A forest, a meadow I follow, at ease A wind sweeps a song A faintContinue reading “water & earth”
March
And she walked. She walked away, and kept walking. Back to the riverbed and the forest and the trees that healed her. Held her. Back to facing the sunshine and the air outside, holding her lens — her sword and shield. And she listened. She listened to the sounds of possibility. They were everywhere. SheContinue reading “March”
A Year of Cyst-Stemic Change
I awoke one Monday morning after the first of the year with an excruciating pain in my right lower abdomen. The pain appearing on the first workday after the New Year, I thought I was just experiencing fatigue, jetlag, or the side effects of major dehydration after a magical, whirlwind tour of the southeastern partContinue reading “A Year of Cyst-Stemic Change”
Woman, Rise.
A poem to celebrate, commiserate, and commemorate the emotional capacity of a woman — all of which is sometimes encountered by her in a single day. -bnb I am shaken.I am stirred.I am awake.I am learned.I am hungry —never full.I am fiery —never cool. I feel restless.I feel wired.I feel needless.I feel tired.I feel reckless.IContinue reading “Woman, Rise.”
