A poem and painting reflecting our ties to our childhood and the complexity of growing up.
Colors of Youth
Reflective
Re-lockdown
It’s been 23 years since the school shooting in Columbine, and such events are still happening today. This is a time capsule following students from two different decades during lockdown.
Kindness? Or People Pleasing?
The poem “Kindness? Or People Pleasing?” highlights how the line between kindness and people-pleasing blurs for both parties— the pleaser and the pleased. Dom explores how the blur affects both from the pleaser’s perspective.
The Depths of Myself
A look at what I hide, even from those closest to me, and why.
How to tell the tale
Collage poetry unlocks ideas and feelings that live below the surface. The words guide me into the creation of the poems as I am being pulled by an external force.
Salt Water Can’t Freeze
The death of a toxic relationship, sent to a watery grave made of tears. Fears that it will survive because there can be no solid divide.
Rooted and Unchanging
A personal essay about change.
A Cup of Tea
This piece is dedicated to my grandma.
Story Finds
By buying the church, he bought the graveyard and used his children and grandchildren to become the librarians of the dead.
A Perfume Named Nostalgia
Memories branch the past and present. Through four vignettes, this piece documents the continuities of life and the importance of revisiting and appreciating past experiences through olfaction.
Pt. 2: Am I Really Indian?
This short essay describes my ongoing journey in navigating my identity.
NYC Mayor’s Office Cover Letter
Scramble.
This piece showcases a collection of lines from my journal with clips I’ve taken on an old camera.
How to Mourn for Something That Was Never Yours
This recipe/poem explores my longing to establish a connection to my familial ancestry through my grandmother’s delicious cookie recipe. I reveal what I know, what I don’t, and the murky truth in between.
Justice is Blind Swayed
In light of recent events, we can no longer say justice is blind. Justice, like the rest of our government, is biased and bought. Lady Justice has opened her eyes and we should, too.