Creative Writing

Poem: L.A. is my city

Never arriving in a city missing in locational drift. Plates shifting under building facades and whipped décor, Seas rising and falling at the edge of amusements And surf. The migrations migrating elsewhere, monarchs lost on their way south, children coming north In droves on their way to anywhere else. The city of lost souls blowing…
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Jovanny Valdez

December 8, 2017

Never arriving in a city missing in locational drift.
Plates shifting under building facades and whipped décor,
Seas rising and falling at the edge of amusements
And surf.

The migrations migrating elsewhere,
monarchs lost on their way south, children coming north
In droves on their way to anywhere else.

The city of lost souls blowing in the Santa Ana winds
And people who are not us no matter who we are.
Where is she now, he asks, what ever happened to the girl
Named for a saint, the one with the ankle tattoo
The one who dropped out, lost out, & only just arrived.

High schoolers’ perceptions of Stanford

High schoolers’ perceptions of Stanford

High school is romanticized as the party-filled epitome of a person’s life, but every high schooler has the inescapable thought of college hovering over their heads.  Google searching Stanford results in images of sunny Silicon Valley and articles about prodigious...