To the Moon

Her tapping feet, her gentle sway, to blues: Skyward bound, drawing closer to the moon. She is her constellation and her muse. Louisiana blues, they swing in tune.   Their bodies swing like pendulums and sway In tune, the pulse and rhythm of the blues. The sun shall rise with light to break the day,… Continue reading To the Moon

Sage

Some send their prayers in smoke and open air. In that case, all it takes is grass and sage. And so, I write a poem as a prayer.   We set the sage to flame and with great care, To follow the traditions of great age. We send our prayers in smoke and open air.… Continue reading Sage

Fracture

He promised to meet me at baggage claim. That was before. Six months later, I find my daisy-patterned luggage on my own and depart the airport hand-in-hand with souvenirs that I’ll keep. He drove me to the airport. We embraced each other in his car. He clung to me as if it was the last… Continue reading Fracture

Manifesto for Oral Literacy

Storytelling and language are simultaneously cultural and cross-cultural. G.K. Chesterton states that “Literature is a luxury, fiction is a necessity.” All cultures tell stories and language is core to humanity, but various cultures tell stories in diverse ways and have unique applications of language. For example, Western culture is one that has traditionally valued written… Continue reading Manifesto for Oral Literacy

Poetry Workshop with Immigrant Students

Every semester, Messiah College hosts a retreat called the RISE retreat to inspire these students who are children of immigrants and refugees by introducing them to higher education. The theme of this semester’s retreat was creativity, so some of my peers and I planned a poetry workshop for the students. The workshop began by reading… Continue reading Poetry Workshop with Immigrant Students

A Letter to My High School Newspaper

Dear high school newspaper, Thank you for giving me a purpose. When I took my first journalism class in the second semester of 10th grade, I worried that it would be another course with too much homework that I struggled to keep up with. I loved to write, but school caused a lot of stress… Continue reading A Letter to My High School Newspaper