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Courtney Raymond Malcolm

the adventures of a woman on the way
There is Hope Here

There is Hope Here

Today is International Day of the Girl. In honor of every girl, and every woman who was once a girl, here is a poem I wrote a while back, celebrating everything we are and everything we are becoming. This is a post from the archives, originally posted 10/24/14. ...

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Twelve Seasons

Twelve Seasons

Here is what it is like To know you are always loved: It is like a summer twilight that never ends, Fireflies dancing across the field The cracking warmth of a fire on your back. It is like the brightest autumn leaf fell right in your hand And stayed as vibrant as...

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Supernova

Supernova

Let me tell you the story of my beginning. I am formless and I am void - I am something borne of chaos. I am dust flung far from her star. I am filled only with the space I fell from, I am fear and unsettling emptiness. Let me tell you the story of my creation. I am...

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Collective Pronouns

Collective Pronouns

I heard once that poems containing only personal pronouns indicated a poet at higher-risks for self-harm. So how about this: Do you remember When we played Out in the open air Without fear or worry at our tomorrows? Do you remember When we hoped For a life just like...

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Blue Heron

Blue Heron

Let us learn to balance hope and fear. First, take all that you’ve found bright in this world - The noonday sun, the flat open ocean, the mid-June wildflowers - And bundle them tight together beneath the wing of a blue heron. May she be the type who stands tall and...

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Rest is a green plate.

Rest is a green plate.

Earl came home to us on September 18th, 2016. He had been living with a foster family who worked with the Adopt-a-Pit Rescue out of Germantown, Ohio. Animal control had found Earl in a ditch, with a new collar, disheveled and scrawny and matted and petrified. They...

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Heart-scribe comes home.

Heart-scribe comes home.

It has been quite some time since I last posted. Over a year, in fact. In that time, lots has happened - beautiful, wonderful, important things. So much that I should have written about while I lived it - I should have kept a record of the way my life was changing,...

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37:48

    The questions fly through my mind as I race, feet that pound and heart that pounds - Why do I see the face of God more in the runners, panting and swaying and feet pounding - than in the people in the pews? As I reach the first summit and I hear the bells and the...

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Mountain to Mountain

Leave Sinai for Zion. Drop the law at the foot of the mountain And burst into My banquet hall set with a feast. No longer cover your face, No longer glimpse the back of Me - But instead find My eyes with yours And let Me hold your hands once more. Let Me wash you of...

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Courtney Raymond Malcolm

Hey – it’s good to see you here.

I am a freshly-married wife to a law student with an artist’s heart.

I’m a poet and a writer, a wannabe mystic and an avid podcast-listener.

I am an advocate for wondering out loud, first drafts, and pretending the clouds in the distance are far-off mountains.

At risk of sounding like A Blogger, I am a dog-mom.

I am stumbling along this Jesus way, and I’m still trying to figure out what that means.