We wanted to shine a light on mental health struggles that often go unnoticed and to dispel harmful stereotypes about mental illness.
The Unspoken Epidemic
Prose Poetry
Asked and Unanswered
This is a collaborative memoir of our relationships with our maternal grandmothers, who we lost in the spring of 10th grade. Our relationships mirror each other’s in many ways, especially as daughters of immigrant parents.
Validation
Validation explores a love-hate intimate relationship that battles with self-love.
preparatory nostalgia for someone still here
This poem encapsulates, for me at least, the painful feeling of loved ones growing old. It also conveys the struggle of watching a grandparent with Parkinson’s diminish as the years go by.
When the Rain Disappears
Rainy days engulf you, take over, and become all-consuming. Rain is more than just the weather, it’s the atmosphere that comes with the feeling of walking down the sidewalk while rain pours down around you.
On Poetry
This is a vignette-style epistolary piece that relies on several different narratives to reflect on what it means to be a poet.
Twitter Girls
“Twitter Girls” is a satirical experimental prose piece that deals with the insecurities of a young writer.
Summer Camp Love Letter
Summer camp carries a particular kind of magic in your life. I wanted to capture the whimsical romance of teenage relationships in this prose poem.
Love Letters to the Seasons From a Statue and a Student
As the title says, “Love Letters to the Seasons From a Statue and a Student” is an ode to the elements from two very different pairs of eyes.
pause.
This poem is from the perspective of someone having an existential crisis and, in direct contrast to the title, has no pauses or punctuation.
5 Years From Now
This is what I imagine my life to be like in 5 years. The future makes me nervous because anything can happen but I remain optimistic always.
Morning Routine
A young girl of color is having a hard time educating her religious mother about the depression she silently struggles with.
The Crash
It is not a boom It is not a ba-ba-bang It is not even a pft