This poem was originally rooted in the pandemic and quarantine, but evolved into a piece on introspection, rumination, and growth.
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Change & Transformation
Light-bulb
Note: Even if you’re like me and prefer to read the ending first, surprise! There’s no ending and you’ll still be as curious as when you started.
To What Has Become
Years pass, cycles break, moments shift, but things remain.
Running Towards Self-Care
This is what an injury taught me about self-care.
Sometimes the Way to Win Is to Quit
“A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one,” is the best compliment for an overachieving young adult trying to find their way around the world. At least it was for me.
‘You Don’t Owe Anyone Anything’
The reality of missing school for a whole two weeks and dealing with the stares of society.
The Bradshaw Twins, Part 2
The Bradshaw Twins saga continues… Will the twins put their differences aside for the good of thousands of people?
(Day)dreaming 24/7
This piece dives into the rather complicated relationship that I have developed with my daydreaming. It has been a pretty interesting ride.
Civil War: An Excerpt
In this multi-perspective historical science fiction piece, a grandmother and granddaughter communicate in order to understand how a civil war changed the world they once knew and kept them away from loved ones.
Day of Characters
A short story about the first step of what other people considered this woman’s breakdown.
until us / These Lost Days
We wrote these two poems to showcase connection during an isolated time. Although we were geographically far apart, these poems knit us together as we wrote on a shared document.
A Wise Woman Once Told Me…
This is a personal essay about the unexpected whirlwind of bonding with strangers, inspired by a conversation that I had with my professor when I was studying abroad in Italy a few summers ago.
Sword-Lily
A college freshman arrives on campus with her loyal guide dog. Whispers from the trees lead her to question her purpose: will she be an advocate or a bystander?
Night Swimming at Summer Camp in New Hampshire
he girls swim in the lake at summer camp. It is the only place around them that is cool.
Selected Poems
Writing poetry has served as an outlet to relieve stress during this anxiety-filled year. I’ve poured many of my feelings into these poems, some of which are selected here.