Susannah Baker
(she/her/hers)
Susannah is a fourth year majoring in English and minoring in History and ASL and Deaf Culture. She is passionate about storytelling, library and information science, and Webkinz. Thursday nights, you can catch her enjoying heated debates and engrossing literary presentations at the Washington Society. Susannah enjoys reading, attending the UVA ASL signing lunches, and telling anyone who will listen about her time working as a Summer camp counselor.
Right now, you’re lying awake in some strange AirBnb in what feels like the middle of nowhere Vermont.
Middle school, almost by definition, is not supposed to be a place where anyone thrives.
my grandfather knows trees
like I know the bark of his calloused hands
their leaves, their roots, their flowers
About a year ago, one of Bailey’s poems hooked me onto Iris as a new reader. Today, as a fellow Iris writer, I get to talk to Bailey about community, her music recommendations, and what Iris has brought to our lives.
I am fifteen years old and sitting in my dining room. I am painting a mask from Michaels for a school project on A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Once a year, in the midst of the holiday oasis of Thanksgiving, my immediate family stops for one, pumpkin-pie-scented moment.
When I was in first grade, I wished for the first time to be a writer. I pictured holding a book and running my finger over my name in embossed text on the cover of a pristine book jacket.
One of me sways to music, stays smiling
Reaches my arms up to fractured ceilings
Summer 2022 was easily one of the best times of my life: weeks spent in the sun and the outdoors, with friends, and a great sense of purpose working for the first time at my childhood summer camp.
Every sound wave is a pattern.
Every sound wave has its own frequency, a wavelength recreated over and over again.