Mixing It Up – Part Two

In parochial grade school, circa 1967, Sister Margaret in her flowing black habit and veil, escorted my classmates and I every weekday to St. Mary Catholic Church in Kenosha to hear from Scripture and to sing hymns of our faith.

Mixing It Up

Call Me DJ Jazzy Johnny. My younger self could make a pretty cool mixtape, first on cassette and later on CD. I never played them in clubs – I cannot stay up past ten o’clock, and I hate crowds, even in pre-COVID times. Nowadays, I prefer to mix things up on paper or canvas instead.

2020: To be continued…

by Kelsey Marie Harris Yesterday was probably one of the most joyous days of 2020 for a lot of people. It signified hope that things might finally shift in the right direction in this country. And while it was fun to toast and laugh together over memes, for me the moment was fleeting. Satisfaction can…

Wisconsin Exquisite Corpse 2020

by Kelsey Marie Harris For my Writer In Residence project, I set out to create a huge exquisite corpse comprised of lines from writers from all over Wisconsin. It is finally complete, and I couldn’t be happier with it. So many amazing writers contributed to this project and I’m so damn grateful for you all….

On the outside looking in…

by Kelsey Marie Harris So I’ve been MIA. To be honest I’ve been stuck in a mind trap again. When I’m functioning low, I retreat into my head, and have a hard expressing myself outwardly; talking, writing, painting. The theme of the past few months is that I’ve got plenty to be thankful for, I’ve…

Easing: out of my mind

by Kelsey Marie Harris These past couple weeks have been about adjustment. Adjusting to the change is season. Adjusting to returning to work. Adjusting to working in a school with no kids. Adjusting to things dying, and new things growing in the garden. Adjusting to the needs of my partner, despite my own. I’ve always…

The old familiar fall

by Kelsey Marie Harris My depression heightens around the same time every year. It’s a signal that fall is coming. My mother passed in the fall of 2014, and shits felt pretty bleak since then. This summer’s ending has felt more weighted, what with pandemics and racism. Racism isn’t new but folks are certainly leaning…

Into The Wild, And The Privilege Of Escaping

by Kelsey Marie Harris One of the books I’ve read recently, which I’ve referenced in previous blog posts, is “Into The Wild” by Jon Krakauer. I enjoyed it, for what it was. I have to say, I get the appeal. The idea of escaping the poison of society. The intention of getting lost in God’s…

Wisconsin Exquisite Corpse

by Kelsey Marie Harris Functional depression leaves me with nothing much to say this week, if I’m being honest. But in the spirit of “functional” I’ll use this week’s blog post to tell you about my Writer In Residence project. I plan, with the help of some of Wisconsin’s amazing writing community, to create an…

The Simplest Forms Of Alchemy

by Kelsey Marie Harris A man lay dying on your steps. You step over his body and call an ambulance. He dreams of the conquests of his lifetime and the missed opportunities. Phantom smells waft in of the foods he loved and places he’s been. You cover your nose, anxious for when he can become…