Poetry

a girl's face with blurred blue over top and a background of blue waves

Imposter Syndrome

Away from home with imposter syndrome
Fading far from the plight of perfectionism
Taunted by the unexplored, not on any exec boards
Sometimes struggling to just get out of bed

My roommate wakes up and runs ten miles
While I have clothes heaped in piles
And a hundred unorganized files on my desktop
Too anxious to answer an email

In constant comparison and competition
I’m not motivated by grades or majors
Student governance or unpaid labor
But paranoid I need to fit in

blue water with gentle waves

Shutters of Water / Studies of Water

I dream of the stars as I stare at the sun,

a pale hand reaches up to pluck a green and red apple from a tree

Eight Poems to Welcome Spring

As much a poem about the arrival of spring as it is about budding hope in the face of despair, Mary Oliver’s “Spring” captures the quiet beauty of holding on in spite of the cold.

on a blue-green background, pale hands squeeze juice from a bright orange into a cup

Orange Juice

she’s ripe, holding her / pieces together / by tearable strings & / bruisable skin

on soft green grass, one brown hand reaches out to clasp another brown hand

Faith Leslie In Bloom

On an unusually busy Friday afternoon, I sat down to talk with fellow Iris writer Faith Leslie. 

girl crying and looking at her reflection

Ghazal for Silent Girls

What do you call it when you learn silence before you learn yourself?

constellations of the perseid family

Constellations

it starts with a star. 

interlocking tan curves on an orange background

good things — a list

good thing I know how to be alone
so many people don’t 

Clashing sides of blue and red with jagged white stars

A World Divided.

A house divided cannot stand; / I grew up in a house divided.

Branches of trees in the mist

Silence

It is an odd grief, missing something bound to return