Fine Art Collection 1
This year, art hosted online in this format will be alphabetical order. To find your submission and view others, please scroll down. If you do not see your submission here, please check this page as well. They are in order of a

I tell myself I am beautiful more than ten times a day
I feel like I am walking a tightrope that any moment could break!
I am fighting a vicious battle that affects your heart and mind.
I tell myself I am worthy even when the world is unkind.
I have broken down so many barriers and pushed through so many walls.
I have fought through the fiercest of storms and weathered them adorned.
I tell myself I am precious and have come so far, even if it looks like baby steps from where you are.
I am a warrior; beautifully scarred!!
Amy Arnold
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poetry as healing
is writing to convince myself of things
even if they don’t feel true yet,
like
I’m over it now or
the world is a safe place or
I’m living the life I always dreamed of
poetry as healing
is being very
very
honest with myself
about what I want
and what I dream of
and what it is I’m scared to ask for
like the journal entry I unburied the other day
secret promise to myself:
someday I will perform into a microphone in front of people
and I will make art about
existential dread
late blooming
love and heartbreak
sense of place and home
meaning making
poetry as healing
is playing with words
without fear of who will think what -
my neighbor, published author of vague and flowy written work: too literal!
my coworker, who knows only my mask: so dark!
my mother, proudly and admirably in therapy: did she write this about me?
poetry as healing
is curating an entire playlist around a single, specific emotion
and crying to the most gut-punching lyric on repeat as I drive home:
you can’t even imagine how badly it hurts
just to think sometimes
how I think almost all the time 1
poetry as healing
is Bananagrams on a Wednesday night with my friends
rearranging tiles and laughing at the stories they tell
in a futile attempt to distract me from my impending victory
peel!
peel!
peel!
bananas!
wordplay on wordplay
poetry as healing
is choosing a paint color because I like the sound of its name
and when people come over and marvel at it
I want to say
thank you
it’s auburn glaze
poetry as healing
is opening a bright blue text message bubble to write words of affirmation to my best friend
who is burnt out
so we leave out prepositions and punctuation to save energy
commiserate and validate
reminisce on simpler times:
sad holiday family complicated :(
holidays very hard and sad angst
anxious
brave
wish lived in same city
why not roommates anymore
hugs ily
ily sweet dreams
poetry as healing
is rereading old love poems
and feeling grateful that it happened
but grateful that it’s over now:
it makes me believe in magic /
I walked around the city shedding layers
surprised to find myself underneath /
I think I can move on now
and bloom
poetry as healing
is learning all the words to my friend’s communist country songs
screaming my favorites in the car
leaving witty comments on social media posts so the record reaches more people
and screaming three words into a recording microphone so my voice can make a cameo in the next one
sh*t talking boys! 2
(you’ll see)
poetry as healing
is watching my favorite toddlers learn to talk
echoing their micro-sentences
cheering and clapping as they revel in newfound words
that that that!
‘nana!
up!
I crash!
bye bye!
poetry as healing
is signing up for music therapy
because I wish I had it as a kid
and asking the therapist to sing her goodbye song at the
end of the session
to establish the routine my child and adult brains both
crave
and agreeing to play lyrical Mad Libs with a song about
dichotomy:
I’m lonely and connected
I’m awkward and I’m sure
I’m scared and I’m showing up
ooh 3
poetry as healing
is letting someone else draft a daunting email for me
relocating words from subject lines to opening greetings
to signatures
letting someone else click send because I’m too anxious
to fathom doing so
giving someone else my password to log in and check
for a response
because I can’t handle the unpredictability-
an unconventional disability accommodation
she said yes!
she’d be happy to write you a recommendation
you did it!
poetry as healing
is filling walls and phone notes
with words from my favorite writers
so I can read them in a moment of storminess
and remember that other people have been here before
I used to separate good days from bad until I thought of
myself as the ocean
I can still greet joy while swimming through grief
How fragile strength feels
I’m all of it and all of it is me 4
poetry as healing
is writing myself a mantra
and reading it out loud every morning
before driving to work
at a place that wants to make me feel
small
I am whole
I am important
I am brave
I belong to myself and believe in myself
I am both already and forever becoming the person I used
to dream of
poetry as healing
is sitting in a library basement
at 2:30pm on a Saturday
reading my words out loud
not into a microphone
but to the other five members of this creative writing
workshop
and as they snap and hum in response
I start to feel convinced,
to believe me when I say:
my flowers are
embracing my love for all kinds of people
holding on tight to deep friendships
learning to sit with dark emotions
leaning into creativity
stretching a little taller towards the sun every day
as I make myself someone that little me would have been
proud of.
Referenced pieces:
1. “Shadowboxing” by Julien Baker
2. Unreleased song by Nathan Evans Fox
3. “Hand In My Pocket” by Alanis Morissette
4. “Until I thought of myself as the sea” by Hannah
Rosenberg