We are proud to bring you this issue of Minerva Rising, in which our writers explore the homefront from many angles. Ginny Short, poet of the eerily staunch and beautiful “The Hawk and the House,” writes,
The landscape of home is capricious, sometimes bright, sometimes murky. Home is where we started, where we are and where we will be. For me, home is the road I am always traveling. I write to create a hot air balloon to lift me to a place where I can see the landscape of road and home, to follow, discover all of its contours, the heartbreakingly beautiful and the stunningly brutal. It’s all home.
Home is a gut reaction; a longing, an escape. Home is mind made of fog and light, feelings woven of gossamer and shrouds. Home resides in the genes that craft our bodies, shines in the light from our eyes. It is a discovery, a journey, a place of becomings, of reckonings, of beginnings. Home colors our skies, crosses our rivers, climbs our mountains. No, you can’t go home again, but you can’t escape it either.