When I was nothing more than the height of a rainbow, the storm came, but they always left with a smile of colour, time, and space, A bridge I could peruse while my mother typed away, I snuck by, to escape, and I ran to a place no one knew called Home.
Read MoreWhen I was a child, I lived on an island near the equator. My days were spent swimming in pools, as carefree as a dolphin in the ocean waters. Water was my friend, and I revelled in it. I breathed air when I was on land, but in the water I breathed life.
Read MoreIt was a very sunny day, the landscape was grey, and I was trying my best to contain myself. It was probably just the exhaustion and adrenalin that kept me composed. I nearly cried when the flight attendant announced that we were landing, but I kept it in.
Read More“Going Home is in reference to the original homeland of the Choctaw people in Mississippi where we were born of clay and sun. A place I feel called to. A place I will find my way back to in this life, or the next.”
Read MoreThe official term for what happened to my family when I was young is gentrification, but there is no word in the Somali language for it. The people who love me most cannot understand this concept, so I try to refrain from using it. In English, you could attempt to break gentrification down to "people who do not belong forcefully move into space because they can," but that sounds a little on the nose.
Read MoreI hate time. However, I have no issue with ageing - which is a common misconception people have when you say you hate time.
Read More“It took four days for my grandfather to die. At the start of the week, he was alive - by the end of it, he wasn’t. His death wasn’t related to the virus, it was not the cause of his ailment. However, the virus created a venomous barricade around my family’s grief.”
Read More“I used to be a Princess. Any girl can be one and any room can become an inescapable tower if you deem the conditions of your life fit to build one. And I lived in a tall tower, the foundations built from my life, and its towering visage of my own invention. I hid there for many years, melancholy, magnificent, and measured. A scared little girl in a graceful frame, watching and waiting for someone to save me from my life and from myself. “
Read More“Music felt like my purpose, and even though I had a lot of fear around performing and being heard, I also had very few problems talking to myself or letting others convince me out of those fears.”
Read MoreAs natural as the cycle of life, whether you like it or not, friendships come and go.
Read More“What I wanted more than anything was someone who understood me, and didn't shy away from who I truly was despite knowing my ugliest truths and deepest scars. But I was always a misfit no matter what I did.”
Read More“I stared at the table and sipped my coffee carefully. I knew full well he was giving me a familiar glare, one that I had known before, not quite sure where but it had definitely reared its head in the past, perhaps in a park?”
Read MoreWhen you grow up never clearly belonging to one place, and constantly being reminded of it, when you grow up with unanswered questions and patchy family histories, you build an identity based on what has been passed down to you through story, picture and memory.
Read More“These three poems delve into the trials and tribulations of love in various facets of life–the rocky, confusing love stories we have with others, the loves we let go and the tumultuous, challenging course of self-love.”
Read More“I realized that when I was participating in my life offline, I was thinking of how to capture and fit it into the diameters of a square photo. It was like everything I was experiencing needed to be documented to be real.”
Read More“In the end, we couldn’t change our luck. So in the dream realm, I bring you the feathers, of the crows that they took from us, and ask that you bring them back home, beneath the copper moon.”
Read More“My work deals with the modernizing of romantic literary sensibilities and explores recovery from chronic illness and trauma.”
Read More“When People Ask About The Breakup” is a series of poems outlining Cameron Chiovitti’s experience coming out of an intense relationship with their first love.
Read More“I start to become reminded of so many things at once. I don’t speak the language, but Spanish sounds familiar to me since I live in California. Familiar but also new.”
Read More“This self portrait series aims to depict what it means to be vulnerable. Not vulnerability with others, which most people would associate with the word, but the vulnerability that comes with spending a full day alone in your own space with music, maybe a book and your own thoughts.”
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