This story pertains to a time when I confronted my mother about changing my hair.
Compassionate
you have been here before
An introspective piece about returning home and seeing the past through different 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.
A Passenger’s Library
An exploration of ghostly subway rides during the COVID-19 pandemic.
If I could shed my skin and reinvent myself, I would be the…
Ever wonder why the Mean Girl is so goddamn mean or the heroine is so annoyingly perfect? Wonder no more. She’s Just the… is a podcast-come-personal-reflection from trope super-nerds Yasmin Zayed and Aoife Sheridan.
Audio Diaries: April 7, 2020-November 7, 2020
Since we could no longer meet face-to-face due to the New York Covid-19 lockdown, we decided to communicate by audio diary.
Poetry Podcast: How A Poem Comes to Be
How does a poem come to be? Mentee Angie Galindo Perez reads her poem-in-progress, “Where I Am,” and shares how she is crafting the piece.
Prosody
Prosody has been almost 18 years in the making, the antithesis of the saying, “Write what you know.” I don’t know much about the developmental disorder that both my sister and dad have, but I’ve grown up understanding that the topic of disabilities have been painted in black-and-white for years. The multilayered stigmas that surround it have impacted two of the most important people in my life. Going into this podcast, I wanted to help myself (and others) relate to the experiences of those on the autism spectrum, as well as give voice to those with disabilities and stories that should be heard.
By Grace, through love
You are the outer Grace; I am the inner.
Girls
My mother is soft like dandelions and freshly washed sheets.
Why Obsessions Matter
I chose to write about how my obsession with comics books, which seemed the opposite of my personality, has allowed me to grow into who I am, both as a writer and as a person.
Letter to Younger Me
Hello! How’s your life in China? I hope you don’t throw this letter away once you see it’s in English…
Papi
Papi, I know —
Dinner Time
A poem of food and family.