SPRING 2023 WRITING

Style: n/a Statement: n/a People frequently come and go. We were little kids joyfully playing monkey bars, foursquare, and hopscotch. And...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a His eyes are open wide Now he shuts them tight He bows his head down And listens to the feet shuffling across...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a The dealer deftly spreads her cards out wide and flicks them into a pile. Is that an ace I see? She deals the...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a “You who read me, are you sure of understanding my language?” — Jorge Luis Borges, “The Library of Babel” They...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a I did not go gently— Even when their blades fell like lightning strikes into my chest, searing wind rushing...

For this I messed with dual meanings and imagery for potential things that could be a rain blocker.

This is a poem about my own experiences with hiking and being in nature in general, something I find super calming and peaceful.

I depict the pressure of feeling like you always need to be okay.

My curiosity and ambition to try new things have been both my greatest strength and greatest weakness.