This is a poem about environmental justice that adopts the voice of the Earth or Mother Nature and aims to bring awareness to how our actions can have a negative impact on our climate.
dying unnoticed
Emotional
Don’t Water Dead Flowers
This is a piece, derived from my own experience, about the difficulty of letting people go. It was written in hopes of reaching an audience that, too, have experienced this and helping them move on.
A Warm Place
A story about barnyard animals who used to be friends.
THE 17 MOONS
A poem in the hope of having the audience grasp the meaning of a love letter. Not your usual love letter. As you read, the writer begins to build trust with the reader, the environment breathes, building the impact of the letter.
Hopeless Causes
Bordering the line between patient and friend, Dr. Olivia Bowen and Crystal Chavez discuss an incident that has affected one of Crystal’s relationships. The two work through ‘the incident’, showing Dr. Bowen’s intentions are not what they seem.
Tales of Nature
How is the environment we live in really affected by our actions? These poems bring insight into the relationship between humans and nature, in the best and worst of times.
Dear You
Dear You By Julia Mercado Dear You, You are the one who never washed your hair, wore the same sweater every day and smiled wide with blue braces. You are…
Love Me, Lucky!
Though my dog brings great joy into my life, we have the ultimate incompatibility: different love languages. This piece is about the frustration of trying to cuddle with him and learning to accept our differences.
The Bargains We Make
What sacrifices did we make during the pandemic to sustain our parental relationships? What kind of person have you become since then?
The Journal
A time jump into the future—my 46-year-old self revisits her old countryside home in Romania, where she used to spend her childhood summers. She finds an old journal of hers, uncovering deep memories.
Bottled Up
A glimpse into the tantalizing cycle of waiting and wanting.
To My Dad
“But I can’t be angry forever that my dad isn’t the dad I wish he was. Anyway, did you see the last episode of Survivor?”
Conversations
I am shy. I don’t seem like the shy type with my friends because I’m the loud one. But when I talk to someone who doesn’t know how I tick, I act like I’m listening while I am melting inside.
the luxury of collapsing
While in new york city, waiting in the long line for a pop-up shop with my friend who was a Shawn Mendes fanatic, I started to feel dizzy.
Deconstructed
Welcome to deconstructed. — fostering a community that draws attention to mental health through creative writing and art & resources for marginalized groups.