Marigolds
The season is ripe and the seeds take rootin the caverns of my eyes.Spindling roots with secret urgency,tying knots from hidden capillaries.Soon,in a gesture of begging,these still-green buds will reach for...
This article was a finalist and winner of the 2021 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to learn more about the competition.
“Disturbed,” a...
Migration Shift
Their calls announcing winter came first,drawing neighbors to doorways and drivers to slowfor the spectacle of a black and white aurora,20,000 sleek bodies...
ANNIE
I. Lament for Annie
The pink door on Locust streetsits slightly ajar.Once grand,now suffering at the hands of too many strangerswho have no idea where...
This article is a finalist in the 2024 College Student Arts Journalism Challenge. Find more information about the 2024 competition here.
Floating high above the...
Ocean
I’ve got insomnia
again. I lay awake
for hours, listening
to the fan whirl
as my thoughts swim
round and round to you.
You’re six hours
behind so when I can’t
sleep...
