This piece is a reflection on estrangement from one’s culture while being a person of mixed race.
Class of 2023
Magnet programs: a pressure cooker for Asian American students
The intersection of Asian achievement culture and a toxic academic environment is a destructive combination—and no one is talking about it.
Her Boys
From close proximity, the speaker observes how the boys she knows intimately face daily obstacles in a world full of heavy systemic institutions.
The Farmhouse Fright
This is a horror story set in a ghost town that the protagonist called home until she meets a strange visitor.
Windy City Winters
A brisk night in the city of Chicago and the small moments that reflect the city.
I am
A poem written about the author, who hates writing about themselves.
Dread
This is a story of a woman, shackled with chains. She tries so hard to break free and be with the one she truly loves, which leads to her demise.
Some Sundays
Growth and transitions inspired this piece. On this journey, I learned it takes healing my old wounds to embrace my greatest potential fully. There’s progress in making it to even take one more step!
Be Gone
A woman’s husband is missing. Whatever happened to him?
She has no clue. . .Or does she?
new but also not: girl of two cities
The experience of growing up in one city and leaving it for another.
Finding Your Inner Rage
We women have so much anger that is bottled up inside us that has been restricted. It’s time to not let society dictate whether or not anger can be a part of our lives.
The Barn
We all know what it’s like to lose someone, but how does it look when even The Barn is grieving?
her body is a cage
This piece combines coming-of-age with American politics around reproductive rights.
Rebirth
While I haven’t been able to forgive the person nor fully move on, this poem acts as a goal of mine: feeling prideful and unashamed about what happened.
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.