They say art reflects life, and the older I get, the more I turn to it and see within the very same lessons that I've learned, or am grappling with myself. I realized recently that there's a reason why two of my favorite books are The Great Gatsby and Love in the Time of Cholera. … Continue reading When the narrative just won’t evolve
Author: Leah Kent
Writer. Researcher. Analyst. Queer.
Denver, CO
A little faery nonsense
For a long time, there has been a strong association between faeries and mushrooms. At night, it's said, the faeries come out to dance around in rings of mushrooms. If there's a full moon, they're particularly likely to be out. If you hide in the shadows and keep very, very still, you might manage to … Continue reading A little faery nonsense
A playlist for the longing
I think all of us are desperately longing for something right now.
Musings on the stillness
The white noise of civilization has faded out...Usually crowded places are disquietingly empty.
The Rose
It says a lot by saying very little.
Tower of Memories
I found this place impressive, cinematic, unusual...and unsettling.
Write badly
One of the things that's been joyously freeing about my writing program is that we're given permission to do something important: Write badly. In order to create a sculpture, you have to start with a big block of clay, or a stone, or a chunk of wood. At first, you're just hacking pieces away and … Continue reading Write badly
Happy Halloween
The things we replace
As a young child, I had a small music box that played Fur Elise. I carried it everywhere. It looked much like this... My childhood one was smaller, and enclosed in plastic, but you get the idea. A really nasty adult, who was irrationally upset by my innocent obsession, took it away from me. Years … Continue reading The things we replace
What it feels like to shiver
Last night as I drove home from my writing class, there was a gentle, lackadaisical snow falling in Denver. The restaurant and microbrewery patios were empty. The homeless had taken shelter somewhere - at least I hope they did - as the temperature dropped. Less people roamed the sidewalks. It was quiet, in that beautiful … Continue reading What it feels like to shiver