A 13-syllable-per-line structured poem that sits with the guilt of womanhood and daughterhood.
Discovering some truths about history that are not in our history books.
Growing up surrounded by women of color, I always felt isolated by the fact that my body was different from those of the beautiful women around me. This poem was my moment of solidarity; my body is no one’s but my own and I don’t need anyone else’s approval.
I knew this place like the back of my hand…
A short story discussing the traps of solitude and the desire to read.
Miriam’s manor is a living, breathing entity. It tore her family apart once. Now it’s coming back to finish the job. And this time, it wants her.
Trauma honors a woman who lost her life to a moving train at the 42nd Street terminal station in New York. This is my heart, rage, and tears in your hands.
Spaces have personality; spaces can be unkind.
The Covid-19 Pandemic left many individuals isolated and unemployed. Still, I would have never considered a career path as a Mad Scientist…
A body in the woods finds meaning within the insects that swarm it.
A short story taking a closer look into the mind of Adah Ellen Price, a character in the novel “The Poisonwood Bible.”
Not everything is as it seems. Truth is ever-evolving like nature itself. You think you know someone? Well, think again. You might be surprised by what you find.
Follow a grief-filled narrative between a father and daughter, reminiscing.
A found poem from “The Great Gatsby” and “Passing,” analyzing the role of women in regards to the American Dream.
A divine lesson in being careful about what you wish for.