My piece of artwork is a collection of poems I have written throughout the last year. They are unrelated to each other except for their titles, which are all single words with the dictionary definitions for them printed under the title.

Maggie's artistic process is sometimes complicated but for many of poems she puts on jazz or swing music and she partially closes her eyes and just writes about anything she can.

In the end, I think my piece incorporates current ideas about life in the stars (such as the Great Filter), a good helping of meaningful-sounding phrases (many of which lack substance, which is on purpose) and an unexpected twist to make the story interesting enough to justify the more serious prelude.

After being stuck at home during the COVID pandemic, I began to notice small things around my house; the scratched paint on our banister was the inspiration for my poem “ghosts".

The memory behind it has so much meaning and I’m so happy something good has come from it.

I am naturally a quiet and introverted person who can be more sensitive to noise than most. Sometimes I feel as if my needs are ignored because I don't make the biggest, showy-est production of them. This collection of poems is inspired by my experiences and double as entreaties for those who may not as of yet how their actions affect others like me.

This piece is about being a teenager, and the stresses that it induces once you begin to reach the end of your high school years but have not yet done the basic high school things (e.g. kissing someone, drinking, partying...).

This piece is from a project that I did in my creative writing class that required me to use the words Goat, Broken Stained Glass, and Drawbridge.

“Tell your own story, because if you don’t, someone else will do it for you. And they WILL tell it wrong.” I thought about this phrase for a while, and then decided to write about my take on it, connecting it to real life as well.

Following Dickinson’s exceptional format, I created my poem about the notion of happiness. Happiness can be complex, but at its core, it is a simple value. It is that simplicity that I tried to capture and portray in my poem.

This is a micro fiction piece I wrote in school a little while ago that I still like so I revised it to submit here.

The Last Thread is a microfiction story that I wrote in my Creative Writing class. Our project required us to use a chosen word and action, and keep it within one hundred words.

Poetry isn't something to be forced. I've found that it's easiest to use the emotions and events at hand to then describe the combination.

"i have been red" is about that kind of anger you just can't shake, the kind that doesn't come out when you shower off the day. It stays with you, it stains your mind and everything you touch.

Blame It on the Universe is a personal poem that talks about how easy it is to blaming your flaws on astrology instead of actually trying to change them.

When I wrote this, it was around Halloween.

My piece is a poem about my parents finding out about my self-harm and seeing my scars for the first time and times after that. I feel like a piece around this topic from a more personal perspective rather than just a detached character has been bubbling inside of me for a while and I think I’ve channeled it into a poem.

“9/1101” is a dramatic tear-jerking poem I wrote last year for a creative writing assignment.

This is a juveinalian satire story that attacks the contribution of social media to serious issues like sex trafficking. The context of the story addresses how easy it is to deceive others from behind a screen. There is an extreme juxtaposition between the reality and the created fantasy through social media.