ERIN LYN BODIN

Writer

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?

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                                                                                                   ~ from "How It Goes"

FEATURED PUBLICATIONS

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."

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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."

HEAVY

"the blue heron begins its flight,
seeking refuge,
heavy as it lifts graceful blue-rimmed feathers.
How much can any one bear?"

HOW IT GOES

"This is how it works: there’s a way to hold truth and give power: writing a story, for instance. But the story doesn’t want to be written."

BIRCH TREE

"Here I am, says she
bark peeled back, her wind-whipped heart,
revealed.
 
White skin pulled taut
along her trunk, but here
she’s opened – a pomegranate
 
hollowed out."