As a journalist, I’ve learned that isolation is damning—something I don’t think the writer in me fully recognizes.
There is an award in my office that does not belong to me.
I am yet another poet writing a novel. Which is to say, I find myself in hell.
Since the onset of the pandemic, isolation has been, for good or bad, a major feature of life. Here you’ll find reflections from several writers of color, shared by POC United.
The best thing that writing can do is to replace a shallow illusion with something more nuanced and closer to the truth.
My writing gives the validation my younger self will need to believe in me, for me, during the years between now and when I won’t know how.