
Her House Becomes Relic
I think it’s the pattern of my family to think no one understands me because my reaction to grief is to wish I could be in a white sterile room, to wish I had a great wind surrounding me that could push everything else away.
Emma Kushnirsky is a current college student in Iowa. She grew up mostly in the Bronx and the most uptown part of Manhattan. She’s a writer and educator-in-training. Her work has previously been published in In Parentheses Magazine.
I think it’s the pattern of my family to think no one understands me because my reaction to grief is to wish I could be in a white sterile room, to wish I had a great wind surrounding me that could push everything else away.
So often we spend the time we set aside in our mind for "activism" on negativity. But lately I've realized the need for the positive and negative — these essay and video excerpts.
The relationship between two deaths.
A short story about the first step of what other people considered this woman's breakdown.
After reading the poetic correspondence between Natalie Diaz and Ada Limón entitled “Envelopes of Air,” we decided to write poetic letters to one another, which naturally interrogated our feelings and thoughts during a pandemic.
These three poems are related to reflection and my relation to the natural world.