Creative Writing

Midnight Musingssecond year anna van eekeren Get DrunkGet drunk. Get drunk they say. On wine and things divine on a hot summer’s day. On the sublime and virtues malign, whatever besets your slipping time. Get drunk. Get drunk with fervent passion, roaring, soaring with heated action. Get drunk. With rage and glory, boldened emotions that lauder your story. Hurry. Get drunk for night is nearing and with it, darkness veering, over existence by which we toil for something so easily spoiled.   And w...

Turning Twentysecond year anna van eekeren“They’re singing happy birthday; you just want to lay down and cry…Tick. Tick. Boom.”Jonathan Larson was right. And Bo Burnham. And a bunch of other struggling adults who never truly figured out their lives – does anyone, ever?But I’m not even turning 30.I’m turning 20, and I’m wavering between periods of intense existential dread and overwhelming nihilism to numbness and emptiness to nostalgia and yearning for my childhood to stirring exhilaration and a...

By fourth year Anna Van EekerenI feel as if I’m in a constant state of motion – of perpetual action, an agonizing position of forced movement, of incessant deadlines and responsibilities, and streams of relationships and people.Of suspension between multiple realities and weighted identities, a duality I can never fully grasp, a fusion I can never truly embrace, an inner turmoil that breeds distaste.Pressured to conform, coerced to adorn glitter and gloss, mannerisms of talk, sentiments that are...

Is this my Armageddon?

Dear birth mom,

Am I your reflection? An abstraction or objection.

God, I have so many questions