Best of the Storytelling Contest

She went to the doctor today

And we told her she was sick

 

She didn’t need a visit to know

That unfortunate truth

 

She has a fickle parasite within

And it is resistant to all she provides

 

When I came across this coffee cup balanced perfectly and precariously on a hallway railing in Zuckerberg San Francisco General Hospital, the first thing I thought about was trade-offs.

This crosswalk to the clouds really sums up how I picture it every time I face things in the future, like moving to a new city, starting school, or graduating from a school.

Grandma, you are the reason behind it all! I would not be here today without my grandma’s strong will and determination. My grandma uprooted her family and fled on foot in the midst of war for a better future.

January 31, 2021

He wasn't my patient

but I saw him,

heard the interns discuss him,

watched him slip

further

and further.

It was imminent-

they said.

 

One September, we woke up to find that something was wrong with the light. We had become more and more trapped in our houses by the smoke from wildfires raging out of control across California, on top of the ongoing battle against COVID.

His irritation hums as I push back the curtain in the emergency room

the air electric and tense.

He clutches a juicebox

(grape; he'd requested apple)

and tells us we have twenty questions

then get

the hell 

Before twenty five I have

Seen towers fall and dictators rise

As if history is a lever that seeks

equilibrium. I trust that the balance

It requires is on my side 

But even then I do not know which

Down, down I follow the sounds Of waves and winds murmuring Against the rocks 

Flowers