What is your hometown? A place where you return back to with joy and feel comfort from. My poem will remind you of all the little elements that help us create our hometown.
Bex Foster has a secret: she can hear the voices of her dead parents. How will her friendships and relationships be altered by this secret?
Thoughts, consciousness, and imagination. A poem.
In this short story excerpt, immediately after her (supposed) imaginary friend saves her from a terrible fall into a ravine, a young girl is whisked away from her lonely days into a world of adventure.
The five “Yearlies” stay on the tiny beach island over the summer, while the rest of their boarding school friends go home.
This winter, I returned to Bangladesh for the first time in years after living in the U.S.
Highlighting the beauty of my two colorful homes.
This is a poem about where I’m from as a 16-year-old, born and raised in Queens, New York in a small family of four.
Two strangers at their lowest find out that they may have something the other needs. But first, they need to get over their differences—and their unlikely similarities.
This is a collaborative memoir of our relationships with our maternal grandmothers, who we lost in the spring of 10th grade. Our relationships mirror each other’s in many ways, especially as daughters of immigrant parents.
This was originally a school assignment that was meant to be a college essay. I decided to scrap it and turn it into a different piece. It is inspired by the mountains in Colombia.
In the socially distanced era of six feet apart, two Brooklyn-based writers celebrate the beauty and history of their everyday worlds in this visual diary.
This is the first chapter of a coming-of-age novel that I am currently writing.
Poetic Pillars is a collection of poetry encompassing such themes as identity, mental health, family, heritage and love that serve as moments of self-reflection and appreciation of our individual and shared experiences.
A cute and funny short film where there is a supermarket for cats when they are shaped like different types of foods! Don’t worry though, they aren’t actually for eating—just for decoration!