Xanadu
 

My 16th birthday and I can’t see anyone. I can’t have a party or see half of my family, out of fear of infecting the people I love. She’s...

Scuttling home from school and all she can think about is hopping into her bed straight away, wrapping herself in those warm fluffy...

Taking responsibility for my own happiness. Fantasies of my own traceless disappearance, an oasis of self-improvement wander my mind, and...

“Percussion and brass, measure 144! Just percussion and brass.” I watch his hands wave to count them in as I sit in the front row. His...

Scratches on parchment flourish; the ink transforms into stories. As scissors slice through fabric, creating extravagant robes from mere...

In some words that can be viewed, let it be known that I contain multitudes I listen to “Stars” by Nina Simmone, as well as Mr. West’s...