Author: E. Rae Barnes
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From the Trench
His face is eager, waiting for my report. No sign of hope or despair, just the muck on his cheeks, skin clinging to the sharp bones right below the dark bags.
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Broken Bridges…
leading to nowhere, linking one corpse to another, sinking into muck, lost and forgotten, peeking through the surface, rotting away, leaving only slivers behind. No longer raised high, providing safe passage… Cluttering the ground, tripping men in their tracks, all sense of purpose gone. Once a means forward, pushing higher ground, a path to victory,…
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Stories Frozen in Statues
A few of the stories I found in frozen faces sculpted by John Lajba as part of the Victory ’95 50th Anniversary World War II Memorial in Heartland of America Park, Omaha, Nebraska.
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My Conversation With Ireland Now Available!
For a country the size of the state of Iowa, one month isn’t enough to even scratch the surface…
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His Last Ride
His last elevator ride. That’s what Mom said into Dad’s shirt, As he was raised just a few feet from the ground. His last journey needs strong legs and heart for the climb. I heard of purgatory in school, it’s where you wait for heaven, You make up for your misdeeds and sins against your…
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From Wild Beasts to a Barrel of Nails: Recreating Grimms’ Fairytales Through Violence
This is a condensed version of my collegiate senior seminar piece on fairytales for my English BA. Interested in diving even further into the rabbit hole? Get in touch with me to read the full piece or explore other fairytale lore.
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This isn’t high school: Trust is a two-way street
The Hastings College Collegian featured my opinion article on student and administration trust in the last Spring 2017 issue.
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