Prose/Poetry

A Fujifilm photo of my sister and I  lives on a bookshelf in our parents’ room when she and I were sitting on the couch… Read More »Blinded Eyes

“Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.”  -Dante Alighieri, Inferno  I once gave you a ring to borrow, and the next day, you returned… Read More »Finding Home

A Fujifilm photo of my sister and I  lives on a bookshelf in our parents’ room when she and I were sitting on the couch… Read More »Blinded Eyes

i am only seventeen: five yesterday  twenty-three  tomorrow seventeen today  fueled by childish dreams  i  knew more as a baby: more sure of my place… Read More »Seventeen

You don’t remember me. Why would you? For you, it was just another day at school. For me, it was the day you took my… Read More »Letter to You

before i can remember the laughter  and the sound of my friend calling my name and grabbing my hand  and pulling me towards the music … Read More »before/now

The living room is the same.  The floor is messy.  Cotton and dust still spilling and spilling and spilling and spilling onto a burgundy rug. … Read More »aftermath

“I’m leaving.”  That was the last thought I had. I was sick. I was tired. I was exhausted from feeling unwelcome in a place where… Read More »leaving

Step one: find different papers of all different sizes. Step two: cut them, rip them however you like. Step three: get glue, and start working.… Read More »Collage

Sadaf. My name is Sadaf. My name is seashell. My name is on a beach. My name is lying buried in the sand. My name… Read More »My Name is Sad AF