A Flash Non-Fiction Story of Growing Up The sun is at its peak as Trinity and I prance around the sprinklers of my small front yard, laughing as the cold water hits our bare legs. It is a refreshing respite from the day’s tickling heat. Leading into a warm night…

And the Tears That Sprang Forth Once I Saw It! — Learning to draw portraits is a very difficult and tedious task, as most people already know. Most of the time when I draw a likeness of someone famous, it turns out so crooked and wrong I pretend like it wasn’t supposed to be a drawing of Ariana Grande whose eyes…

“Tell your story…” Medium prompts me as the blank screen shimmers back onto my face. The energy I had throughout the year to create an article per week has disintegrated into my bedsheets where I lie constantly, with my zoom class running through my computer on my lap. Every so…

A Step-By-Step Guide On What To Research — Whenever I am in a museum I feel pressured to witness as many pieces of art as I can, therefore I stroll around the creaky floors at a slow but constant speed, slighlty pausing at the art the grabs my attention. There are the pieces that I can pass by…

Whenever I can escape to the basement, I always wear my red hand-me-down robe and warm slippers. The creaking wood floors alert the house to my every step as I travel down the steep green-carpeted stairs to our unfinished bottom floor. By the time my feet hit the solid ground…

A Poem — The horn of the train soothes me to sleep In the night that breeds crime, a face like engine fuel that might peek through my damaged windowpane Summer sun that shimmered in the sprinkler water As my sister and I hopped on the soaked grass, Not noticing the quiet houses…

While there isn’t a shortage of female nude paintings, the number of female-created artworks runs sparse on the walls of acclaimed historical art museums. — Linda Lochlin’s published essay, Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists? remains to be a relevant and feminist piece that resonates with feminists to this day. Her work has changed the way that art historians have viewed their lack of female representation and renowned women artists. Although there were…

A Poem — The cure for loneliness changed Like the heat rising from the baking pavement, Or the sand underneath my bare feet. If your love was a breeze then I would enjoy the autumn days I’d put down my hair like in summer, the beginning, And feel it comb through it as…

Our Intelligence Isn’t the Only Thing That Makes Us Superior — Is it fair to consider humans the smartest animals on the planet? We seem to have thought so throughout the decades through constant neglect of nature and the environment around us, but perhaps we were correct all along. Even though humans are still creatures humbly scurrying on Earth’s crust, simply…