Growing Up With Tennyson: How The Text Takes Us Higher
by Bryana Joy
September 24, 2018
When I was twelve, I had the opportunity to spend an afternoon in the legendary bookshops of the Welsh town of Hay-on-Wye. For £5, I purchased an a...
That Is No Country For Old Men
by Bryana Joy
September 13, 2018
That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another's arms, birds in the trees,—Those dying generations—at their song,The salmon-falls, the mac...
Thoughts on Faith and Egrets
by Bryana Joy
July 17, 2018
"...unruffled, sure, by the laws of their faith not logic, they opened their wingssoftly and steppedover every dark thing."
(Mary Oliver...
A Short, Enormous Announcement
by Bryana Joy
July 10, 2018
I got married. To my best friend and my beloved companion. At our ceremony, my sister read from The Little Prince and we both cried like babies on ...
Kilmurvey House
by Bryana Joy
September 27, 2017
I’m not in Ireland today, but the grey sky in West Texas has been pouring steady water for over twenty-four hours. When I went running down the flo...
Abilene: A Letter To My Children
by Bryana Joy
January 9, 2017
[I wrote this reflective letter last month as part of a final project for the Fall 2016 Semester Honors Discourse in Cultural Theory, taught by Dr...
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Bryana Joy
June 22, 2016
Budapest
by Bryana Joy
June 11, 2015
It’s been pretty quiet around here. I came over to the site to check on things and was a bit startled by how long it had been since I’d said anythi...
The Little Drummer Boy: A Love Story
by Bryana Joy
December 21, 2014
I learned to love Jesus at Christmas-time. I mean the kind of loving where your heart dances right over some of its beats. Where you become the sor...
On Rubber Bands and Rejoicing, Dark Though It Is
by Bryana Joy
November 27, 2014
So the rubber band that you wear to make you stop speaking useless words? – I can’t keep it on the same wrist for half an hour. I always wondered a...
On Sudden Celebration and Making Ready for Advent
by Bryana Joy
November 18, 2014
We were in the library when it happened. We had come over the crisp and dusky concrete walks in our overcoats and our hats and converged there und...
Sometimes
by Bryana Joy
September 24, 2014
While I'm adjusting to a new schedule and a new city, and all out of time, here are some words by someone else, that underscore the music in the w...
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