My latest piece, “Stranger” was graciously selected by the folks at Mid-Heaven Magazine.
This piece was written in that post graduate funk. I was working, and still currently work, at a dead-end job. No one wants to work retail their entire life. Sometimes things happened. I needed something to help pay student loans back, help me save for grad school apps, get a credit card for the damned capitalists.
But I wanted so much more. I wanted to be writing–all the time. Not in small stolen moments in the break room, or between running errands. It’s a fever dream, now that I look at it. I can’t possibly be writing all the time because I do have to live a life. But I wanted more of out my life than I was getting. I was stuck. And sad. And sad and stuck.
It was a viscous cycle that fed itself. I didn’t feel like myself. And thus, “Stranger” was born.
This is not to say that I still don’t have those doubts. But now things feel a little bit better. I’ve got some exciting things in the future-grad school, more life opportunities, a different scenic view than the home that’s graciously raised me.
I hope that the girl who wrote this poem is proud of the things that came from this sadness.
Check out Stranger here, on Mid-Heaven’s site. And enjoy the reading as well!
Hunter Blackwell 