In this piece, I tried to incorporate memories from my childhood with some of today’s environmental issues by comparing two alternate storylines– one of my memories growing up, and another displaying climate crises– over time.
Nostalgic
The House
“The House” is a narrative essay I wrote about family and growing closer to them.
blooming through two cities
Daniela and Shoilee both live in New York City. Shoilee grew up in Queens, and Daniela moved to Brooklyn after growing up in Chicago. The following poems depict their journeys of life in the city.
Stories from Venice
Last summer, I went on a two-and-a-half-week trip throughout Italy with my cousin and grandma. Our visit to Venice was particularly memorable and so I’ve highlighted some moments from that trip here.
And The Lightning Strikes
He was like home to me. I wasn’t ready to let him go.
Swinging into Cycles at Sunset Park
Inspired by the experiences I had in a park I’ve been going to since childhood.
In the living room
In my family’s living room, I reminisce about an old music machine and its feeling that I took for granted.
The Immortal Wishmaker
This story is an excerpt from the first chapter of my science fiction novel and it introduces the protagonist, the Immortal Wishmaker.
The Sad Ones
Pretty loves are pretty but sad ones are prettier…
Elegy
In light of the boredom of life, daydreaming can captivate creativity.
i miss you
I attended a program over the summer and met people from all over the world. They showed me what genuine and crazy friendship looked like and I continue to miss all of who they were.
Here and There
As an immigrant, you automatically have two homes, or maybe one home and a house. Either way, the question “where do I find my place and comfort within these homes” seems to never end.
In the Tree House
Like most stories about friendship, this one does not involve whale bones.
Bifurcating Trees
This was written in a bout of nostalgia. Looking at old family albums, and how my relatives were a sea away, but it felt much further and I wondered what time will do to us.
Shopping List
The musty glass doors slid open and half-heartedly welcomed me into my local King-Soopers…