Why does the world have to be round?
Sammi and I both lost our fathers at a young age and writing this poem together has been a way for us to both process our losses and better understand ourselves.
I spent a lot of summer 2020 sitting underneath trees and trying to find the words to articulate what exactly I was feeling and not really being able to find the words. There’s usually a real feeling of restlessness that accompanies summer for me and I think it was amplified by the pandemic.
Vulnerable Mirage presents the complex balance of vulnerability and safety of relationships in the form of bubbly, easy to read graphics. Many of the themes I touch on are an attempt at leaning into the confusion of teen angst which is universal in teenage relationships. These excerpts were taken from larger personal works and strive to represent a feeling which I feel could apply to many people in a diverse array of situations.
This piece is inspired by my love for dance and my team. It is a reflection on the moments from dance I find myself thinking about and the reasons for my passion for it.
In honor of Black History Month, I have written a piece that reflects on everyday reminders of slavery. I draw an unconventional parallel between my life and the experience of an enslaved woman.
These are two poems that reflect back on our younger selves.
No one told Liz journalism was going to be hard. It’s not until after she’s fired from her job that she comes face-to-face with a groundbreaking story, but it may be her last.
In a dream, the main character explores the areas of his life that make him feel free, and he must reconcile the fragility of freedom.
To express my love for my family, in the strangest way possible.
It’s as if the devil and an angel sit on her shoulders, debating whether she made the right choice with her lover. The internal battle of love’s rights and wrongs comes to life.
If you ever feel too scared to grow and move on, just imagine the butterfly’s transformation process. From beginning to end.
Dana Schwartz reminisces with her husband Harold at the hospital every Thursday. As his memories fade, he realizes she’s not the same Dana from their first date—and he’s no longer the same Harold.
This poem is dedicated to all the women out there who struggle with the stress of parenting but are still able to find the love that comes from it.
Coming of age is a painful process for all of us—even superheroes. In my story, I learn to embrace that pain and find a few superpowers along the way.