Meet Zarya, our March Member of the Month! Zarya has been in the Lit Mag for years; she attends meetings regularly, supports all events, and contributes some simply spectacular work, be it writing or art! Zarya is in 10th grade; her hobbies include writing, drawing, listening to music (constantly), and playing with her dogs. We couldn't be happier to have her as part of the Lit Mag!
View some of Zarya's work below:
SISTERS BY ZARYA CURRAN
Staring out the window.
Imagining.
Another place, another time.
Memory.
Scene after scene, do you see them too?
Bikes left on the curb. Leaves of trees rustling.
The soundtrack of our childhood.
Laughter.
Frolicking through the grass,
Hand in hand, side by side
Promises.
Never to leave, never to forget.
Always together, stronger as one.
Boxes.
The landscape of leaving.
Promises shattered on the floor.
Collecting the shards, trying to make them fit.
How did they fit? How did they fit?
Tears.
Looking over shoulders,
Fading out of sight.
Letters.
Mismatched attempts to stay as we were.
Vows, promises, so many empty words.
Love.
Keeping us tied.
A lifeline. Writing everything we wish to say out loud.
Hope.
One day, one day.
A surprise phone call.
Laughter, tears, “You must be kidding!”
The joy in your voice when I said I was making no jokes.
Do you remember too?
The almost rain.
Black and purple fabric flying behind as we ran.
Colors under a bridge.
Reveling in the togetherness, longed for for so long.
Cars. Leaving again.
Harder than before, now we knew what followed.
Letters, more this time.
Promises made and promises kept.
The string holding us together thickened to rope.
We grew strong again.
Our thoughts, fears, joys. Words upon words.
Weaving hundreds of one-page stories.
Meant to keep, meant to send.
One bond.
Two sisters.
Stronger than ever.
Never apart, not really
SISTERS BY ZARYA CURRAN
Staring out the window.
Imagining.
Another place, another time.
Memory.
Scene after scene, do you see them too?
Bikes left on the curb. Leaves of trees rustling.
The soundtrack of our childhood.
Laughter.
Frolicking through the grass,
Hand in hand, side by side
Promises.
Never to leave, never to forget.
Always together, stronger as one.
Boxes.
The landscape of leaving.
Promises shattered on the floor.
Collecting the shards, trying to make them fit.
How did they fit? How did they fit?
Tears.
Looking over shoulders,
Fading out of sight.
Letters.
Mismatched attempts to stay as we were.
Vows, promises, so many empty words.
Love.
Keeping us tied.
A lifeline. Writing everything we wish to say out loud.
Hope.
One day, one day.
A surprise phone call.
Laughter, tears, “You must be kidding!”
The joy in your voice when I said I was making no jokes.
Do you remember too?
The almost rain.
Black and purple fabric flying behind as we ran.
Colors under a bridge.
Reveling in the togetherness, longed for for so long.
Cars. Leaving again.
Harder than before, now we knew what followed.
Letters, more this time.
Promises made and promises kept.
The string holding us together thickened to rope.
We grew strong again.
Our thoughts, fears, joys. Words upon words.
Weaving hundreds of one-page stories.
Meant to keep, meant to send.
One bond.
Two sisters.
Stronger than ever.
Never apart, not really