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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Neglected tombstones at an old graveyard in the midst of a foggy Spring morning in Southern Michigan.
Swirling, twisting, turning thoughts, where life and imagined meet. Long forgotten graveyard plots, and grass beneath my feet. [continue] ...

In Morning Mists (a poem)

A 3D rendering of a darkened child's room at night. A red alarm clock sits atop a book beside a lamp on the nightstand, illuminating part of the room. The blanket and sheet are pulled down, and the bed lies empty save for two pillows and a teddy bear. From beneath the bed, two tentacles reach out.
Awakened again, unable to sleep, for the stirrings below of leviathans deep. [continue] ...

Three A.M. (a poem)

Old parchment paper, a quill, and an ink bottle sit atop a wooden desk, creating a medieval-themed writer's space.
The dream lost, unraveled, unwritten, to aether went, in a moment forgotten. Eternal the cost. [continue] ...

of Paper and Ink (a 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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Image Credit: "Man making a puzzle on the wall. empty wall with space for text" by chaiyapruek, "Soft Rose" from Lene (composite by E.L. Redwine)
Some poems seem to flow out, while others take their time. A collection of thoughts and feelings, that don't always have to rhyme Sometimes they're full of depth, and others skim the surface. Exposing feelings that are raw, expressed with simple grace. [continue] ...
: Inspiration, Poems, Writing

Another Piece (a poem)

A male arm, clothed in white, reaches out to point his index finger at you. The white-skinned hand has a plain, gold wedding ring on its ring finger.
Blame the speed limit for the ticket, the intersection when it's run, and the law for the crime. Blame the bullet for the war, the knife for the cut, and the stone for the corpse. [continue] ...

Blame (an anaphoric poem)

 


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