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.
This poem is from the perspective of someone having an existential crisis and, in direct contrast to the title, has no pauses or punctuation.
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.
A young girl of color is having a hard time educating her religious mother about the depression she silently struggles with.
It is not a boom It is not a ba-ba-bang It is not even a pft