I remember the first lockdown and how the “two-week break” quickly turned into months and then a year. I remember being gone from the last day of in-person school and the toilet paper being sold out quick as hotcakes,...

I am from candles that make every corner of the apartment smell like cinnamon and photos of family members I haven’t met and ones who I know dearly.From incense that makes the room smell good to candies, my aunts...

The red room in my old after school  Up the stairs and down the hall Hidden in between walls it waits empty for our laughter to fill it The red room in my old after school That’s where my friends and I Would...