I start with the littlest things. The ones that take no effort. The ones that remind me that I am capable of doing the others.
Follow me on an emotionally exciting journey through one of my favorite cartoons.
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.
A soul’s response when the world is too noisy and a heart is silenced for too long.
Subconscious writes a letter to assure Natalie of the doubts she has about her self-worth.
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.
This poem focuses on the philosophy of interpreting life objectively; there is a certain calm in accepting reality as is, and taking pleasure in the mere fact of our existence.
A look into 2020 through the diverse eyes of interviewees from New York City. These interviewees describe their thoughts and experiences living through the pandemic.
In a world where showing sadness is seen as a weakness, we are often forced to conceal it. We hide the pain behind the smiles, but what happens when somebody watches us do so.
My mentor Caroline gave me the free-writing prompt, “What does it mean to be in my body?” I immediately began thinking of my own experiences being someone who is both female-bodied and chronically ill.
Spilling thoughts on paper; the unrefined, unfiltered, unmuted musings of Lavera Yul.
Have you ever known someone with epilepsy? Or ever wondered what happens when someone is having a seizure? Well let my words of my health introduce you to the world of being a victim of epilepsy.
A skit about how it feels to procrastinate shown through the allegory of standing on a tower of bricks which gets taller each minute knowing you have to jump.
Presence delves into stepping into your own footprints. Not needing nor wanting someone else to speak for you. But using your voice no matter the fear or consequences.