A poem about washing my face, and watching someone else wash their face, and being a hopeless romantic.
Intimate
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.
Speaking on Queer Boricua YA Fauxmance and Family
For episode 6 of Speaking in First Draft, Mentee Jamilah Araf interviews Mentor Elle Gonzalez Rose about her debut novel Caught in a Bad Fauxmance.
Simple Recipe for Ten Minute Ginger Tea
frame family in doorway, huddled on charcoal couch,
ad break muted in favor of bad jokes, laughter
gentle–wait for the punchline to pour gush of warmth into mugs,
clink spoon to make sonorous honey hum
to mellow ginger buzz
Speaking on Finding Joy in the Mourning
In this episode, you’ll hear a lovely conversation between mentee Allison Sengkhounmany, a high schooler from New York, and mentor Davia Schendel, a musician and performer.
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?
18
Being 18 and wanting to run away from all that you know.
Resigned Lockheart
“What?! What do you mean I’m of royalty.” There was me, in a tank top and jeans being accused of having some type of royalty blood in, I would not even fit being of royalty.
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.
The Sixteenth Note: A College Essay
This is an essay I wrote while applying to college on my identity as a musical theater writer.
Bottled Up
A glimpse into the tantalizing cycle of waiting and wanting.
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.
Sunday, 04:17 PM
This piece is at heart a study of me, a view from inside my room and inside my mind.