Crocodile tears is a phrase that refers to a false display of emotions, specifically sadness or grief. The term is derived from the phenomenon of crocodiles crying whilst consuming prey.
The Corpse is a found poem based off of the Metamorphosis.
The feeling of having an ocean of ideas at the tip of your tongue, watching each one disappear once you open your mouth.
An evocative piece of flash fiction meant to draw the reader into the author’s encounter with a so-called subway creep.
“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think.”
This piece helped me break free and I will forever be thankful to my mentor for encouraging me.
Things you never had can be yours. Things you had for a time can be yours again. Carve your way, pay the price.
I was scrolling on social media and my eye caught a rather shocking headline. This poem is about the article I read and how very serious news is made palatable.
This is a poem about Monica Lewinsky. I wrote this piece to reshape the narrative. Some parts in style after Eleanor Wikstrom.
Rosie is the best man at his brother’s wedding, who is getting married to a woman Rosie is unwittingly infatuated with for being so similar to their mother.
When I was born, I didn’t have hands…
Two Japanese American twelve-year-olds in World War II relocation centers, hatch a plan of escape. But something unexpected happens on the day they plan to leave.
When a hopeless romantic gets into a plane crash, how will her experience with love plague her possible final thoughts?
When Evanna finds herself in a snowy forest pursued by a menacing figure with no memory of how she got there, she knows to do only one thing: run.
Bed-Stuy had always been home for Jordan, but what will he do when something seems to be coming with him? Sometimes the real monsters are closer than you think.
The short story is supposed to represent a phenomenon I see every day – kids falling through the cracks in public school.