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Stephanie Hickner

Leaky Sink

By Stephanie Hickner Sandra Ray’s heartbeat is less a melody than a shallow vibration. The screws meant to hole her steady Spun down her drain toward nowhere at all. To battle miseries and ecstasies Just what she needs, or so... Continue Reading →

Cleanse

By Stephanie Hickner Not all rainy days are riddled with bad luck. More often than not, I will tread through a dreary, wet, Thursday, feeling as if the sidewalks are paved with gold. When skies are clear and weather is... Continue Reading →

Deep Breaths

By Stephanie Hickner Deep breaths and pillows for lips I never forgot how you and I so tightly fit Like two corner pieces jammed until the edges split Buttoned pockets and Eyes that swim Turn around again And I’ve drowned... Continue Reading →

Ceramics By Stephanie Hickner

"I stirred up one from the north, and he has come,    from the rising of the sun, and he shall call upon my name;he shall trample on rulers as on mortar,    as the potter treads clay. " Isaiah 41:25

Ceramics By Stephanie Hickner

“And if you faithfully obey the voice of the Lord your God, being careful to do all his commandments that I command you today, the Lord your God will set you high above all the nations of the earth. And... Continue Reading →

Ceramics By Stephanie Hickner

"The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more." Psalm 103:15-16

Ceramics By Stephanie Hickner

"For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. But we have this treasure in jars... Continue Reading →

Ceramics by Stephanie Hickner

But now, O Lord, you are our Father;    we are the clay, and you are our potter;    we are all the work of your hand. Isaiah 64:8 (ESV)

Learning From Experience

by Stephanie Hickner I always loved snow days as a child. The quietness of snow falling, the crisp coldness that chilled your nostrils, sitting inside by my overly warm wood burner, drinking hot chocolate, it was just enough to please... Continue Reading →

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