New York skyscrapers are far from the sky-scraping Smoky Mountains, and in combining our stories, we shared our fierce pride for our homes and the inherent poetry there is in growing up in these places.
So often we spend the time we set aside in our mind for “activism” on negativity. But lately I’ve realized the need for the positive and negative — these essay and video excerpts.
We used a website to showcase our ever-changing writing styles and emphasize the connection between what we read and what we write from childhood till now!
Family expectations. Fear. Uncertainty. Some of the many negative thoughts that flow in a teenager’s mind. Cue art, a community, a tool, and a coping mechanism that changed a girl’s life.
This is a taste of the very beginning of my characters’ journey, and I hope you enjoy it.
A glimpse of how my best friend and grandfather molded me into the woman I am today as we bond in our backyard garden filled with a cornucopia of vegetables and a sense of community.
Kym finds herself at a mysterious beach in her dreams. There’s a boy there, too; one she’s certain she’s seen before…
We have this funny little idea that romance completes things. I had this idea while studying abroad in Paris this summer. And when romance didn’t magically appear I decided to look for it.
This piece chronicles a drive upstate across the Taconic, feeling each bend in the road, looking for familiar trees out of my window.
Every day at school, I get lunch from the same place, just to see the grandma who works there. It’s the highlight of my day.
This poem was originally rooted in the pandemic and quarantine, but evolved into a piece on introspection, rumination, and growth.
The five “Yearlies” stay on the tiny beach island over the summer, while the rest of their boarding school friends go home.
As your voice fumbles, I look into your eyes, to never look back. You are shaking—or should I say trembling.
A liminal space I found in my school, and what I left there.
Sybil was waiting on the train platform absentmindedly during her morning commute. Then she fell onto the tracks. When she awakens alone in the hospital, she finds her injured body and soul split apart.