Rachel Pollock
Bio
Writer, storyteller, and Assistant Professor of Communication, Media and Theatre at Muskingum University in New Concord, Ohio Artistic Director of non-profit Big Fish Folklife https://www.bigfishfolklife.org/
Achievements (2)
Stories (6/0)
- Top Story - December 2023
STILLWATERSTop Story - December 2023
I'm not much for boats or water. Karen says, No surprise considering. After everything, Karen's visitors still sometimes ask, "Were you scared you were going to die?" At first, the consummate journalist, eager to explain and connect, I would struggle. I’d swim deeper and deeper into my mind to find an answer for them. What was I thinking back when, back when
By Rachel Pollock4 months ago in Criminal
Twenty twenty-two
55:00 An incessant beep. You wake up. It smells funny, sweet, metallic. It’s blood; it’s benzene. Lights in the cabin flash on and off. There’s a baby beside you on the ground. She’s not moving. You realize you are holding your breath. As you kneel, the crunch of glass. Let her be okay. Please let her be okay.
By Rachel Pollock2 years ago in Fiction
Rural Rovers
Now, listen. When we moved here, it’s not like we had no clue. We had some clue how things worked in the country. For instance, we knew about songbirds, they built nests in our Japanese Maple and Weeping Cherry. We knew too about wild animals: deer nibbled our lawn hostas and bedded nights in our day lilies. Squirrels scrambled through our attic and field mice through our pantry; wasps built assiduously behind our shutters, beneath our rafter awnings, and into the small screw holes of our rocking chairs. The peonies drooped tiny sugar ants, the hummingbirds bulleted across our deck, raccoons got into the trash after washing their hands in the cat’s water dish. We gawped and hawed at suburban streaked sunsets over goblets of burgundy on our porch swing, look at that we would cry. Would you just look at it.
By Rachel Pollock2 years ago in Confessions
- V+ Fiction Award Winner
