Midwestern Musings

Just trying to appreciate the little moments in life

My name is Julia, and I’m a young writer who has always been too afraid to publish their own writing, until now. I love writing short stories, travel entries, poetry, journalistic articles, environmental essays and other various ideas.

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I stare at the trees, watching them sway. And yet, I search closer; the way the branches fold in the shadows, the pine needles bending, melding to the wind. And yet, I search closer; closer, closer, impossibly closer, to the mitosis of our cells dividing, all at once beautiful and tragic.

Winter’s calm

Nighttime in winter, overlooking a part of the city that’s packaged as a moment of movement. I look out at the church across the street, illuminated entrance casting echoes of darkness along the cool earth.  People still walk around the church, the library, the center square. Although it’s nighttime, it’s also only 4 p.m. Winter…

I can’t say no

A hospital waiting room full of silent sickness — a sour, curdled space.  Meaningless sex.  Distrustful, hesitant, weary breaths hang in-between careless caresses. I’m aware that if I breathe in too deep, our slinking loneliness and desperation might curdle me too. So I become the bed the sweaty sheets wrapping  over your desolate thighs.  I…


Their ephemeral delicacy makes them glow like stars in the wandering breeze. Her arm doesn’t wave as high as it used to— arthritis claiming the freedom of her limbs. But she waves the bubble-gum pink wand slowly back and forth across the sky, painting the world with sweet, soapy bubbles. It’s been 25 years since…


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