The Pedestal Magazine – Joanne Merriam

Reading

On and on they soared through the comforting cold of liquid space. Above them the great void; below the dense, rocky base of the world; ahead only blackness. Gliding up, then down, the congregation moved as a single entity, graceful behemoths linked by a shared resolve.

2 February 201024 December 2022 joannemerriam

Read “Blind Faith” by Bruce Golden.

Fiction

Suddenly the thrushes sang around her in upward spirals, psalmic, glorious sounds. Dragonflies with wings veined like cathedral windows followed them. And then with a rush, all the birds of the air flew above.

26 January 201022 May 2015 joannemerriam

Read “When Elder Sister Grew Her Wings” by Jane Yolen.

Fiction

I was scared the first time, of course I was. It took me a long time to soften to my man. I blame my mother for that, it wasn’t like I had a choice. We sure as hell chafed and ached for a long whileâ€”why one time I even made him bleed. I remember that horrifying moment when I realized he was bleeding all over me, inside me.

21 January 201022 May 2015 joannemerriam

Read “Cracked Leather” by Liz Argall.

Fiction

Protective hibersleep punctuated by work-status revivification, technically.

17 January 201022 May 2015 joannemerriam

Read “Falling Forward” by Howard V. Hendrix.

I acknowledge that I live in Mi’kma’ki, the ancestral and unceded territory of the Mi’kmaq nation. This territory is covered by a series of treaties of peace and friendship which recognized Mi’kmaq and Wolastoqiyik (Maliseet) title and established rules for an ongoing relationship between nations. We are all treaty people. The stories of First Nations peoples have been told in Mi'kma'ki for centuries, and I commit to holding space for those stories to be retold. Moreover, as a guest on this land, I affirm that I have a duty to be mindful of my environmental impact and to reflect on and hold colonial systems accountable.

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Tag: The Pedestal Magazine

On and on they soared through the comforting cold of liquid space. Above them the great void; below the dense, rocky base of the world; ahead only blackness. Gliding up, then down, the congregation moved as a single entity, graceful behemoths linked by a shared resolve.

Suddenly the thrushes sang around her in upward spirals, psalmic, glorious sounds. Dragonflies with wings veined like cathedral windows followed them. And then with a rush, all the birds of the air flew above.

Protective hibersleep punctuated by work-status revivification, technically.