"the moms swimming aren’t commemorated for risking their lives"
These are the things I wanted to say.
Through a poem, Rama takes a closer look at privilege and how it can shape your identity.
Taking a look in the mirror, Aydia braces herself for the inner-critic.
Marin crafts an emotional poem depicting the challenges of living with anxiety.
"Fluttering, paper-thin, murky brown wings...Tickle the inside of her stomach."
By today's standards, "another day" means another terrible wave of loss and pain.
"Perhaps she wasn't taken...Early in the night..."
What do you do when everyone around you is trying to bring you down?
Her two forms circle like the seasons: Maiden and Monster Deceptively innocent beauty; Brilliant guillotine danger. Life and death incarnate. She is the Maiden, the dream, Cloudfar sunsets, radiant; Aphrodite...
Two women in different parts of the world question where God has gone as the Holocaust looms before them.
The Western Wall can be a beacon of hope and pride to every Jew who needs a guiding light.