your last weeks at gu-q are not how you imagined them to be  and it’s true, because this isn’t how it’s supposed to be: classes held online,  the building empty,  and all of us separated from each other  it’s a bittersweet end to your four years, and my heart aches with you  if the atrium could speak, do you think it would call out our names,  and sing the same song of sadness we mark our days with? i went to campus for the first time since february,  but i did not expect to go home feeling...

I. the pain of the world has left scars on us all,  which grow deeper and more painful each day.  its welts have turned black and...

grief from growing // my heart is a hollow drum thrumming to an off-beat melody // i feel the painful shedding of blotchy skin // i run...