Liz Zarb trying to navigate life
My final essay for one of my classes was on Frankenstein and how Elizabeth Frankenstein fits into the "Final Girl" trope as laid out by Professor Carol Clover in her essay "Her Body, Himself." I'm really proud of how this essay came out because it's about two things that I'm fascinated by. Enjoy! In the 1996 … Continue reading His Monstrous Body, Herself… and Herself and Herself and Herself
I always thought I had a sweet face Hidden behind baby fat and Hair grown long. Naive and inexperienced, But content, Until I got sick. Seventeen-years-old With a bacteria-ridden body, Barely holding down food, Feeling my insides turn ugly and broken As my intestines failed me. I laid useless for three months Chopped my hair … Continue reading The Year I Turned Pretty
I am sick of being a fantasy Sickly sweet nice guys, Dripping with vinegar disguised as honey. Take my kindness and Turn it into a knife And say since they don't strike I should sleep with them. I am not your life saver I cannot save you Or cure the angst That's just your body's … Continue reading I Owe You Nothing
I was going through my notebook for this semester and found a "self-analysis" I wrote back in September during my Introduction to Poetry class, and re-reading it, it kind of reads like my ethos and drive when it comes to writing, something which I may have lost over the past few months with schoolwork. So, … Continue reading “My Own Self-Analysis”
What do you do when your job is to write, but you have no inspiration? I guess a life update. I am more than halfway done with my fall semester in my sophomore year at Emerson College. This is my first semester as a Writing, Literature, and Publishing major, and I definitely have made the … Continue reading Life Update, November 2018
To All the Boys (and Girls) I’ve Loved Before, There’s quite a few of you, aren’t there? Obviously, I’m not going to say any names, but I have a feeling you all know who you are. I’ve learned something from each of you. Whether the feelings were reciprocated or not (and more often, they were … Continue reading To All the Boys (and Girls) I’ve Loved Before
I would have followed you to the ends of the earth But I can't anymore. And I would have fought every battle right by your side But I can't anymore. I cannot be your ally, Nor can I be by your side at all times. But I will not be your enemy Nor will I … Continue reading The Call for a Ceasefire
