Whether you have arrived here with intentionality or by sheer happenstance, I celebrate your arrival to my (both literal and figurative) domain.

My name is Evelyn L. Redwine, and you have found yourself in the not-quite-hallowed halls of this, the grand repository of my nonsensical ramblings, thoughtful diatribes, and therapeutic musings.

My hope is for you to feel a sense of connection. If you find yourself relating to or moved by one of my pieces, please grace me with a comment or two to let me know how I am doing.

I implore thee, impart upon me thy words.

Like most artists, my cravings include caffeine, excessive wordplay, structure that I can both follow and ignore, and thoughtful feedback, which helps me to better understand the ways in which people connect with my writings.

Have an enjoyable stay.



~ elr


Poetry Favorites

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Sunlight illuminates a group of twisting trees that form a canopy above a paved path. The Dark Hedges, Northern Ireland.
Each moment, although a mere fraction of time, contains a lifetime lived. [continue] ...

One Such Life (a poem)

The beautiful red and gold shimmerings of the rising sun streak across the stippled clouds, contrasting with the iridescent blue morning sky.
The beautiful morning sky assails my sleepy eyes. It stirs my soul as in days of ol’ when she brought a smile to thine. [continue] ...

Morning Glory (a limerick)

A wide path, strewn with fallen autumn leaves, divides into two paths that diverge in different directions. Autumn landscape.
The promise kept them, hope sustained them, every day a little less. [continue] ...

The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)

Recent Poetry

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Amidst the Storm (a poem)
So many saw it coming but ignored the warning signs. (a follow-up to my 2016 poem The Coming Storm) [continue] ...

Amidst the Storm (a poem)

My Transgender Agenda (a poem)
In light of recent events, I thought I’d come clean and share… My Trans Agenda. [continue] ...

My Transgender Agenda (a poem)

Recent Articles

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A Deeper Look (article)
Foreign governments, bots, trolls, scammers, and paid actors are attempting and, in some cases, succeeding in undermining our country by further dividing us. (567 words) [continue] ...

A Deeper Look (article)

Am I more afraid of failure or success? (article)
Sometimes we, as artists, hold our creations close to the vest when they are meant to be released into the wild, to find new life and horizons beyond their creators. (460 words) [continue] ...

Am I more afraid of failure or success? (article)

Recent Thoughts

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Today, I realized. (thoughts)
Just when I think I’m at a point where I’m okay and can finally start moving forward, someone casually or incendiarily hurls those three words, burning me to the core. [continue] ...

Today, I realized. (thoughts)

Close-up of a lioness, open-mouthed, roaring, teeth bared in the light rain.
They have seen it all and stood strong despite the pushback. They have the scars to show for it, but they also have resilience. [continue] ...

On Days Like Today (thoughts)

A young girl, wearing jeans, a red shirt, tall boots, a winter hat with a pom-pom, and a black backpack, walks along a grass-covered ridge near a river at sunset.
Some of my ancestors crossed an ocean to live in a land they had never seen. Some lived out their entire lives in one place, never venturing outside of their village, never seeing an ocean. [continue] ...

Some thoughts while sick at home.

Recent Stories

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A man preparing to drive a white, painted finishing nail into a board with a hammer while his left hand supports the nail. A ladder, shop benches and tools are visible in the background.
In 1984, I decided to pierce my left ear. I did it myself with a bag of ice, a sterilized needle, and a bar of soap. (492 words) [read] ...

The Earring

A bright red umbrella site alone on an aged European, wet, gray brick street. Overlay of pianist playing piano.
Pianist and Composer, Jason Fervento asked, "How does this song make you feel?" (107 words) [read] ...

I Stand Alone (a vignette)

A monochrome image of snow falling softly on a line of wood and cast-iron benches that line the sidewalk in a New York City park. In the background, old buildings stretch into the distance.
Sometimes the warmth we need comes from an unexpected place. A novella (10,025 words). [read] ...

Cold

Topics

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An old tin watering can sits in a garden, overgrown with weeds.
If someone plants an idea in your head, that doesn’t mean you have to water it. [continue] ...

Planting a seed (thoughts)

A black and white photo of an elegant woman, dressed in a black, knee-length skirt, and with an open black umbrella. She is standing with her back to the camera, on a wood-planked dock that fades into the foggy distance.
Ever feel like that little kid with their hands over their eyes, hiding in plain sight? [continue] ...

in plain sight (thoughts)

A close-up photo of the right side of the front of a redheaded caucasian woman's face with her eye closed, blinking.
An hour lasts forever. A lifetime’s just a blink. The time it takes to get there is never what you think. [continue] ...

Blink (a poem)

 


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