Creative writing: I grew up on Kamias Road

During the Fall 2018 semester, I took a class called Language is Action (formerly known as Language as Action) in NYU Tisch’s Art and Public Policy Department. Facilitated by the chair, Kathy Engel, students explored the different roles literature plays in social justice. Alongside our readings, we also wrote and re-wrote extensively. This course gave me the confidence to seriously pursue creative writing again. Because I opted to pursue theatre instead of creative writing (or literature) in college, I felt I didn’t measure up with my peers who have actually trained in writing or have already published. As a result, I stopped writing and sharing my own poetry and fiction, something which I used to do a lot of when I was in grade school and high school. Re-connecting with my imagination with my love for words, metaphors, and wordplay made me feel more myself than I ever had in a long time.

The poem I share here is a poem I have worked on in the course (six drafts!) and publicly read in the NYU Torch Club during the closing of NYU Gallatin’s Ghost Fishing Project, which included an exhibit held from the 10th of September to the 1st of November 2018 at the Kimmel Windows Gallery.

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You can download the PDF here.