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Self Interest
What novelty is there in another’s heart? What new skies are there in another’s eyes? Perhaps it’s because my own bosom
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Applying to College (Again)
College applications aren’t easy. They require lots of introspection, way too much writing, and fistfuls of cash.
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Smiles and Tears
I’ve forgotten how to smile. My muscles get cramped after too many pretenses. It’s easier to just loosen the upward tension.
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The Fall Effect
I haven’t written or read in a while because it’s fall. Fall is when the days sharpen their coldness and twist you around with their breath.
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The Doomed Dancer
By Erin Costello, 15, Florida Skin draped over stark bone, Twisting and turning alone. A lone dancer, an abandoned stage, Their gazes trap her like a cage She spins and…
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In Memory of Tweetie Sweetie
I was sitting by the helm, Watching the blue waves move past, When your green plumage caught my eye.
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Dried Flora
During the height of the pandemic, producing art for me was very hard, particularly when it came to my photography.
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And when the clock tolls twelve…
I’m a princess, bejeweled and dressed in the finest silks. Still, blood stains my fine evening gloves.
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Book of Ghosts
The book of change watches me rage as its pages turn of their own accord like a scornful clock endlessly ticking, sending me to the ground in a freefall of…
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Emergency Department
Starting in April, I had the opportunity to work as an ER tech in a rural midwestern hospital. I earned my EMT-B certification my senior year of high school, and…
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My Little Family
My little family started at Newark Airport with donuts and dreamy gazes. My little family is the eighteenth cohort, a dazzling crew that amazes.
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Equipoise
Another relationship up in flames, Over just when it’s begun. I pushed too hard, I felt so sure this was “the one.”
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Why I Quit Social Media and Can’t Go Back
In November 2021 I made a change. Sitting in my stinky dorm room (because let’s be honest, all dorm rooms smell so bad), I deleted social media apps. Systematically, one…
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A Daily Nightmare
No one sees him, No one hears him. But he always lives among us Patiently waiting and waiting.
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You Zhi San
This piece is a depiction of a young girl with a traditional Chinese oil paper umbrella in southern China. As a Chinese-American visiting the home country of my parents, I…
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Aching Streets
The work is about language barriers/expectations I faced as an Indian American. The poem can be read three ways (the left side on its own, the right side on its…
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When In Spring We Sing
When in Spring We Sing violently like the birds in the early morning. Saying: get up you lazy hen it’s time to begin anew.
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Longing
My blood runs brown, rich like the soil of a homeland I’ll never see. Yet I can taste the fruits of that farmland.
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Winds in the East
Everything’s changing. Even as I sit here, writing this, I can feel it. I know that whatever happens today can never be repeated tomorrow.
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Ore
my home smells like baking grass and diluted smoke it tastes like salt, like when i used to lick my hands as a child and came up with a mouthful…
