In the mornings of spring, the birds wake me, playing my brain awake with scales.
I hear them, I am them. For a fleeting moment I fly like fingers across a piano.
I shiver next to Lake Michigan, it is midnight and I imagine the stars
without pollution. The wind promises...
Your words win my mind,
Your actions my heart.
When your actions lie,
We both fall apart.
So when what i say
Makes the truth appear clearer,
My heart is ashamed
As you hide behind mirrors.
Life is so troubled here,
Beauty lies with a heavy heart
and the pain of the people stands forgotten
in the waves of laughter that pave the streets,
here in our city,
Sleepless Baghdad;
she who always forgives,
but never forgets.
Streets filled with lights and spectacles
blinded...
Mary Shelley’s 1818 tale of Frankenstein tells a tale of living as a homosexual in a heteronormative world, and the consequences of repressing desire. Victor Frankenstein always found himself standing at the edge of a world that demanded him to conform. The unbearable ideals of marriage,...
Run. Hide. Fight.
It sounds like a childrens game of hide and seek. Yet although children know the name it's not a game.
July 4, I got off a plane in a brand new country. I connect to the wifi and scroll through social media. Facebook is my first choice. I want to see what my...
The story runs away, almost a separate entity from its creator. Because as much as the author intended to put in their words, there are infinitely more unintentional ideas left to be discovered.
There is nothing better than standing in an open field, tracking fly balls being hit 300 feet through the air and a mile high. You have about half a second to analyze whether to go left, right, forward, or backwards, and after that you’ve committed to making an out or giving up an extra...
It’s Friday night, and I’m at the Northwestern pool like any normal day on NASA (Northwestern Aquatics Swim Association) Wildcat Aquatics. The other girls and I have finished up our high school season, and we are back at practice with the boys for about two weeks before their season...
Two years ago I went on a week-long backpacking trip in Isle Royale, a remote national park island in Lake Superior, with seven other girls. This was through my summer camp which I had been going to for six years. For the last three miles of our 50 mile trip we did solo hikes to the campsite....
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