Lara Vesta http://ijpr.org en Elegy: Apiaries And A War Of Aethetics http://ijpr.org/post/elegy-apiaries-and-war-aethetics <p><span style="line-height: 1.5;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 1.5;">1.</span></p><p></p><p>What do 50,000 dying bees look like?&nbsp;&nbsp; A writhing scatter of black, swept by early morning brooms at a Target parking lot in Wilsonville, OR.&nbsp;&nbsp; It is old news now, all the way back in June, but it sticks with me:&nbsp; 50,000 bees, feeding on the linden trees.&nbsp; A neonicotinoid pesticide was applied to the trees to control aphids, which create a sticky secretion that was dripping on cars in the parking lot.</p><p></p> Tue, 01 Oct 2013 16:19:28 +0000 Lara Vesta 699 at http://ijpr.org Elegy: Apiaries And A War Of Aethetics The Monthly & Me: A History http://ijpr.org/post/monthly-me-history <p>In September of 1998 I waltzed into the basement offices of Jefferson Public Radio on the SOU campus in a silk dress and green platform clogs. I was a recent graduate of said university, with a degree in English and a desperate desire to write professionally. In the year since my graduation I’d participated in some pretty spectacular failures: rejection from six MFA programs, well over twenty letters of refusal from small presses, pinned to a bulletin board at home, and my life savings blown on a solo trip to Europe. Mon, 01 Oct 2012 20:59:53 +0000 Lara Vesta 338 at http://ijpr.org Voice http://ijpr.org/post/voice <p>“We are at the threshold. We are going to see change.</p><p>If we can create the vision in our heart, it will spread.</p><p>As women of wisdom, we cannot be divided. As bringers</p><p>of light we have no choice but to join together.”</p><p>—Agnes Baker Pilgrim</p><p></p> Fri, 01 Apr 2011 17:12:06 +0000 Lara Vesta 306 at http://ijpr.org Connections http://ijpr.org/post/connections <p><span style="line-height: 1.5;">In October of the year following my divorce I moved three blocks away from my children’s father. I hadn’t worked outside the home for almost six years, my children were five and three, and I couldn’t afford the mortgage payment on our family home. I was having trouble finding an apartment with no work history and I was in graduate school at the time, still parenting during the days, and despairing as to how I would add a job into the equation.</span></p> Tue, 01 Mar 2011 16:42:30 +0000 Lara Vesta 303 at http://ijpr.org Wild Carrot http://ijpr.org/post/wild-carrot <p>“What will you do with your one wild and precious life?&nbsp; —Mary Oliver</p><p>On this night the rain has come, and early autumn blows the petals from the sunflowers. Maybe by the time this writing is published we will have experienced that brief return to summer so blessedly common in Oregon.&nbsp; Maybe not.&nbsp; And so, I think of endings.&nbsp; TS Eliot says in my beginning is my end, and Albert Goldbarth in his wildly beautiful essay “After Yitzel”, says nothing ever really ends, or if it does end then the impulse is to make it again.</p><p>To redo, do over, re-nova.&nbsp;</p> Fri, 01 Oct 2010 18:36:10 +0000 Lara Vesta 328 at http://ijpr.org Wild Child: Somewhere In The Evans Valley I Left My Heart http://ijpr.org/post/wild-child-somewhere-evans-valley-i-left-my-heart <p><span style="line-height: 1.5;">Southern Oregon is the place I am always attempting to return to, the landscape of my dreams, the one that fills me with a longing that spills out when I reach that final stretch of I-5, what my children call “The Tallest Mountain,” Sexton Summit, and we begin our descent into the land I love.</span></p><p>I still call it home, even after all these years away.</p> Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:53:02 +0000 Lara Vesta 304 at http://ijpr.org