
On the Beach in January
I grew up loving the beach in the British Virgin Islands, but I couldn't go swimming in January because the ocean was too cold. I wrote this poem to personify the cold of the sea.
I grew up loving the beach in the British Virgin Islands, but I couldn't go swimming in January because the ocean was too cold. I wrote this poem to personify the cold of the sea.
Broken family ties and ominous crows haunt Jo as she faces the dangers of the forest.
This is the first chapter of a novel I've been developing for about six months. It is set in a future where humanity is divided by pollution, class, and race and the world order is on the brink of total upheaval by two very spunky girls and a suction tube.
Sounds—we hear them all the time in the city, but we don't necessarily register how much of an important role they play in our understanding of our surroundings. This piece is about sounds you hear in New York City, how those sounds translate into snapshots of other people's lives, and how they affect your own.