Author Archives: Hanna Brewer
Tree musings
Few things can make a girl of 5’10″ feel small. I approached the tree with an unexplained sort of caution and walked softly in my bare feet, subconsciously afraid to disturb the roots sleeping deep beneath the ground. Putting my … Continue reading
Crystal Blue Death (Based on a True Story)
Pirate’s log: Day 4 The water is cold and clear, indicating a lack of vegetation… God knows what can survive here besides bottom feeders. The only visible signs of life are a black blob here and there in the wake … Continue reading
Swept Away…
Every time I get here, I always kick myself for not coming more often. I take a moment and inhale deeply. With every subsequent breath I try desperately to savor the smell and taste of the salty air so when … Continue reading
A Hobo’s Oasis
I always feel guilty on days like today when I wake up with a hangover and want nothing more than to go back to bed, even though it’s past noon. The sun is beckoning me, and apparently my cats as … Continue reading
At least I’m not dead.
Immediately as I step out of my car, my foot lands on about three little pricker/sandspur things. I curse at the pain plus my own stupidity in wearing flip flops while yanking no less than five little barbs out of … Continue reading
Ohio’s Erie Algae Blooms
For my issue article, I’ve settled on a topic that is pretty close to home. Quite literally as a matter of fact. Having spent most of my life in Northwestern Ohio in a town along the shores of Lake Erie, … Continue reading
A Poe kind of day…
Days like today remind me of a scene from an Edgar Allan Poe story. The sky, buildings, and air all mix into the same shade of gray while every surface I touch feels cold and clammy from the clinging mist. … Continue reading