Anne: The Unconscious
So much of who we are stays hidden, like footpaths in a dark forest. Some of those hidden paths we acknowledge to ourselves, but most
Amelia: What I Want
I don’t want your kindness. I don’t need your patience. I’m not looking for a role model. Don’t give me a speech.
Ethan: Out of the Darkness
Amazing Grace was given me in moments of dismay,
when friends were scarce, and skies were gray, and hope had gone astray.
Eliza: Patchwork
Of all the gifts existence deigns upon us there isn’t one more precious to our kind
than the misread and undervalued gift of freedom, a gift we’re blinded to when we are young.
Eliza: Here Be Dragons
I’m on the edge of existence, looking out at nothing, the substantial, rich, eclectic nothing of which all reality is woven.