Teen Ink

In the night, sweat glued my thighs to my jeans; the moths melted like nodes of fat on the window screens while the creek perused, a sluggish intestine of hot water; I looked to see, in a corona...

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how...

To see things I never imagined To see others instead of meTo get inspired by the things around meWhere maybe, just maybe, things make sense