“A Mad Dash in Hell” is a narrative poem in the perspective of a young soldier in the trenches of France during World War I. This poem describes all the terror and fear that a newly drafted eighteen year-old would feel during the war; it also shows the cruelty and sacrifices of war and the preciousness of peace for the world. The poem includes enjambment, the continuation of a sentence or phrase from one line of poetry to the next line or stanza to show that the soldier is unsettled. The end also has indents increasing in order showing the soldier drifting off or, in this case, passing on.

This short story does not have a message and it is intentionally done so. It was designed to be interpreted by the reader. It discusses the themes of discovery of life as well as the theme of discovery of death (and that death need not be feared). I drew inspiration from music, labeling life as a crescendo followed by a diminuendo (the reverse process of crescendo). I also drew inspiration from novels such as Albert Camus' Stranger, and melded the writing styles of the various authors I've read.

These two poems are more recent pieces I have written. The first, "With your needle and thread," is about the way gender dysphoria makes me feel on display and vulgar. The second, "The Woman Who Molded My Heart" is about an encounter that a woman has outside during her break at work with a seemingly undead woman. Both poems are queer in nature but can also be interpreted through a non-queer lens, as the narrator is not clearly established. I have posted the second poem to my TikTok and Instagram as it is one that I love very much.

The inspiration for Waiting Room hit me the moment I stepped into the cold home of SF Art and Film. This small room on 540 Alabama Street seemed like the perfect place to make a thoughtful and unsettling short film.

Writing is therapeutic for me in the sense that I write to satisfy my own imagination rather than focusing on perfection. The world I depict through words alone is only a portion of what I visualize in my head while writing. A lot of works I write are based on new pieces of information I have learned. While learning about the development of CRISPR along with its ethical concerns, I was inspired to write a world like Geneva to simulate society under such conditions.

As an avid reader and enjoyer of fairy tales, I was inspired to create a short piece alluding to the environmental havoc that people have brought to native species while incorporating an element of fantasy and the eventual retribution of nature.

I have always been a flower lover. Combining my love for flowers, literature, and poignant tales, I wrote 'Gift of the Wind'. The idea for the story came to me very suddenly one day, completely out of the blue. There is a quote from the famous poet Rumi that goes, ''While the mind sees only boundaries, Love knows the secret way there". In my story, the protagonist, like me, takes this quote to heart.

These three poems are inspired by a desire to live in a world where people question everything more deeply, have a greater interest in philosophy and the underlying layers of life, and value curiosity.

It Spreads is a poem I made last school year. I was inspired by the HBO show, “The Last of Us” based onthe game of the same title.I found this shows unique take on zombies to be very inspiring, and it got me interested in zombie apocalypse stories. I mainly focused on the loss of humanity and control one would face if they were to be infected, rather than the survivor’s story which is commonly told.

i don't really have a process, i just wright when i'm in the mood to write

I wrote this piece in my Creative Writing Workshop class, going through multiple rounds of peer feedback. My goal was to bring to light the fear of calling out your friends or peers when saying a micro-aggression when you know they intend fun or are just toying around. This occurs more often than people realize, and we must act more courageously. I know the cowardice of the situation and the regret of realizing that you could’ve said something. School administration is used to diminishing the act of microaggressions because they may also see it as a tease and don’t realize the severe impact it can have on the mental health of minority students. They also play into the fear of speaking up because they don't want to be deemed ‘overreacting.’ Microaggressions push minorities into a box where they have little room to grow and remain submissive to the stereotypes forced upon them. High school is the central hive of shaping the minds of the future; therefore, we need to hold people accountable for all harmful behavior.

I wrote this piece my junior year of high school. It's based off an experience I had when I was very stressed out about my school work and my social life.

I wrote these poems to help understand the balance of light and dark. In a lot of media, light is representative of good, and darkness representative of bad or evil. I wanted to explore the good that lurks in the shadows, and the light that isn't always positive.

The idea for this poem came to me last minute while I was thinking back on an old apartment that my family and I used to live in. Every time I stepped into the bathroom, I was frustrated and scared and immediately concerned for my health as well as my families for the reason that my lungs were weak at that time and my grandmother was on a respirator. Therefore, this piece of artwork depicts my personal experiences and feelings towards the circumstances I was in. The words in this poem are very important to me and close to home in ways that I can not describe verbally, so I have released my feelings through writing.

I wrote this piece while thinking of the abandoned tunnels and architecture that exist under cities.

This poem is me reaching out to my mother, I have trouble with communicating what I need when I need it. In the past I would just shut down and hide my needs from everyone around me. During the time I was making this poem I was in one of these shutdowns, I felt that I needed a way to express myself. I decided to write a letter to my mom, I wrote it as if I wasn't yet born and it was more of an instructional letter on how to raise me. This poem has what makes me, me. It has both good and bad. My fears and my goals. I based it off of my experiences that I had to deal with and grow from. It has a reference to suicide.

I wrote this microfiction piece about the pressure of femininity.

As it says in the poem, I really was not sure what to write for this piece. I felt like I really wanted to put an idea down but I couldn't figure out exactly what it was I was trying to express. Finally I decided to just sit down and write. What I created ended up being one of my favorite things I've ever written.

This poem is about my passion for the ocean which has been one of the view things that has remained constant since my youth, and something that inspires me and my creativity everyday.

The internal battle held by women to determine our worth holds us in a parallel to fruit, specifically pit fruit. The idea that the fruit can be bruised and injured, the pit holding the seed of growth representing maternity, and so much more, nestles itself to the perfect metaphor. I found myself feeling very strongly about this subject and was drawn to writing about it- and displaying that raw and almost fearful emotion through it.