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.
Class of 2021
I did raise my boy to die…
My poem explores a mother’s emotions about sending her boy to war.
A Flighty Peace
The leader of an ancient tribe, tired of her war-ridden world, ignores the battle that looms behind her. But the death of her lover forces her to commit one final flight for peace.
These Days
This is a piece about how it feels to deal with the struggles that grief may bring. And about trying to move forward by taking one day at a time.
shadows of the sea
Separated by a century, two paths intersect in a journey of identity, legacy, womanhood, and coming of age in a painful world.
A Certainty
This poem focuses on the philosophy of interpreting life objectively; there is a certain calm in accepting reality as is, and taking pleasure in the mere fact of our existence.
COVID Rewind: Thoughts & Reflections
A look into 2020 through the diverse eyes of interviewees from New York City. These interviewees describe their thoughts and experiences living through the pandemic.
journey while traveling
My piece “journey while traveling” was inspired by my high school experiences and transformation into a young adult. This poem starts with me as a young teen and progresses into my exploration of adulthood.
Headaches
Here’s the only poem I’ve ever written that is good but not about someone I still talk to. Enjoy!
Marmalade, Bread & Butter, Honey
This trio of poems explores big feelings through the lens of a small and nonsensical subject matter: breakfast condiments.
Taraxacum: Case Study
A controlled experiment on the nature of memory, romance, and dandelions.
Jaz’s Adventure In Time: A Poem
This is the story of Jaz, a young time traveler who found herself lost in the future. She’s on a quest to find the last missing pieces of the puzzle so she can find her parents.
Vacant Heavy
A trip into a mind, swirling with the chaos of regret and distraction of calm.
Las Manos de mi Mama
My whole life I have been fascinated with my mother’s hands and how they are changing over time. I decided to dedicate a poem to them.
Two Days
About a family, and how they drift in and out of things.