ERIN LYN BODIN
ERIN LYN BODIN
Writer
Here I am, says she
bark peeled back, her wind-whipped heart
revealed.
from "Birch Tree"
A BIT ABOUT ME
Erin Lyn Bodin lives with her husband and two children 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; So To Speak: a feminist journal of language and art and is forthcoming in Literary Mama. She was a finalist for creative nonfiction in the Tiferet Journal writing contest.
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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."
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."
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."
GET IN TOUCH
"Only connect," wrote Forester.
I couldn't agree more, in writing and in life.
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