About Place Journal: The Future of Water
GO TO THE WATER FIRST
"He is out there, alone, in twilight. The time of day he has for his own. The only time of day when he doesn’t worry about money or what-next or faith in his own newness.
I watch him where I can’t reach him."
THE ART OF BEING LIGHT
"Before ever seeing the light, these bees taste it: In the dark, the little ones lick honey from their sisters, a first taste...tasting what was once honey, once pollen, once flower, once sun ...Tucked in the valley, these little ones will get their chance to see the bright flowers soon, and yet they begin in blackness, gathering sustenance."
A BIT ABOUT ME
Erin Lyn Bodin lives with her family in an upland valley of Vermont's Green Mountains. She is a graduate of the Stonecoast MFA Program where she focused on nonfiction and poetry. She's been awarded an A Room of Her Own Foundation Fellowship and her poetry and prose have been published in the Black Earth Institute’s About Place Journal; Magnolia: A Journal of Women's Socially Engaged Literature; Kindred Magazine and is forthcoming in So To Speak: a feminist journal of language and art. She was a finalist for creative non-fiction in the Tiferet Journal writing contest and will start a blog this spring about the paradox of "the simple life." More soon!
Erin is working on a nonfiction collection, Being Light, about the decision to live a rural life and the facing of personal and psychological struggles of control that follow her even here.
Erin is fascinated by the way we tell stories and the art of narrative. Her ongoing research project is to articulate a model structure of “narratives in the feminine” in order to challenge the norming of the hero’s journey as the model for story.
ERIN LYN BODIN
"The artist is hungry: she molds with her tongue, spits the world back out into words. If the artist isn’t careful, she’ll regurgitate her whole life onto the page. And then what?
But, she’s always hungry and wants to sink her teeth in, to tear all the way to the inedible bones which she’ll pull from her molars and line up: opaque, calcified things that, when put together, will tell the whole story."
~ from "How It Goes"