Creative Work

National Poetry Month

Holly Mason

In honor of National Poetry Month, our staff put together a list of 12 stunning, mighty, & nourishing poems. Featuring poems by: Camille Rankine, Franny Choi, Meg Day, Christopher Soto (Loma), Zeina Hashem Beck, Natalie Diaz, Travis Lau, Saeed Jones, Aracelis Girmay, Oliver Baez Bendorf, Lisa Summe, Dana Levin

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Artwork By Marissa Zarrabzadeh

Marissa Zarrabzadeh

These works are my way of understanding, healing, and resisting. They are specific to my experiences, understandings, and interpretations of past trauma, nightmares, vivid dreams, insomnia, and anxiety. They have become my weapon and my strength. A way of connecting with other artists (and non-artists, too) actively resisting through their work. For me that means a place to support and be supported, to not feel or be silenced, to listen and be heard.I want to deconstruct all of the social expectations of what I should or shouldn’t be based on my body, and this is how I do that. Creating these works is the fire that gives me strength to push forward.

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After Hours: Social Rituals

Christina Girardi

Girardi explores the visual and social subjects of the bar through drawings done on site and photographs taken from nights out, happy hours, or simply among the gathering of friends at local bars. Through these drawings, Girardi attempts to mimic and recollect setting, sound, blocks of color, and interaction of the aesthetics surrounding these memories created through the social habits of today’s young urban population.

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Out On This Red Edge: A Lyric Essay by Abby Minor

Abby Minor

In any case, who would think of the room at home where I used medicine to miscarry, July light in the curtains, bee balm and sunflowers at the foot of the bed? You hear the frogs (you never see them) as sugar-pains tapped out, tapping. The funny thing about storytelling is, leaving things out is very important.

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Three Shorts by Becky Jo Gesteland

Becky Jo Gesteland

Waste

She stood at the bus stop, pulling the plastic string that sealed the top of her cigarette pack then shaking the outside wrapper from her hands. Opening the lid, she plucked off the foil and released the paper from her fingers. The bits of plastic and paper floated across the street and landed in the gutter. At home, I opened a box of frozen pizza, …

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