Lying in bed, scrolling through your gallery, occasionally switching to Instagram to see if the wifi has come back yet. You scroll and scroll, your laptop still just barely within reach. The notebook filled with poetry just an arm’s length away. The pen clicking just within earshot. The canvas ahead with paints unused. You scroll…

When my parents tell me of their days as students here They describe a country covered in lush green mountains Snowy peaks with machine pulling man up, and then effortlessly gliding downDown to blue waters, sometimes dotted with jellyfish But more often covered in children’s laughs, boats and beer When my parents tell me of their days as students…

Anxiety:  I don’t know what tomorrow brings.  I don’t know what the morning’s tests will bring. Perhaps for you it is the pressure of working a job for days to afford the right to live, a right given to you by God and taken from you by the people of the world. Day after day…