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Rachel Stecker West Cliff Melancholy, 2022 Acrylic on paper

Bubbling beneath the surface, discreet even to you, my words no longer mine but your mind's bending like tree shadows on walls of your...

I'm coming tomorrow with the full force of my fist, tightly closed no sweat of doubt cold resolve. My intent intimidates to the degree in...

Quiet steps, 2am the middle of winter is the darkest. Insomnia visits, more often nowadays the middle of winter is the darkest. Cold...

Melting in winter Tender, settled, slowed in mind Take pause and become

Rachel Stecker To the Sea and In Between, 2020 Acrylic on canvas There's something mesmerizing about getting lost between the first...

“I love you.” We share it, this unfolding thing. These words, building into reality a power of its own, when spoken, a new place comes...

In this time of uncertainty, music has been a powerful sanctuary for thoughts, feelings, and expressions. Enjoy this original tune.

I am a mouse on its wheel. Quickly running never ceasing day and night never stopping constant work always moving stagnant place always...

I’m not afraid of Coronavirus. It is certainly worth noticing and taking precautions around, but I’m not afraid of it. Rather, I’m afraid...

On the spectrum of yearning, somewhere at the beginning of aching desperation and long past casual desire, exists a sliver of time where...

Just four blocks away from the Library of Congress is Riverby--a little used bookstore tucked away from the bustle of major tourism. I...