Writer. Teacher. Editor. Coordinator.

“A doe blossoms into a mass of many shifting colors and runs away from you. The ones you killed and the ones you loved.”
“He says if you swim down confidently enough,
you won’t drown”
“You and I searched out Impression, Sunrise. I felt feathers in my shoes fraying along the vane. Art is a body minus the blood flow and shame”
“Elegy for Camille Monet,” Phoebe, Winter 2020
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