For my second post I have an old poem I’d like to share. It’s about my great great great “I don’t know how many greats” aunt Alice. I wrote this..
This is my second column here on Sunset Media Wave so I don’t think introductions are that necessary, but I’m Nathalie. This column will be for ..
I found this picture on the Internet. I didn’t know about it, but I was immediately angry because I’m a scary feminist. This is a painting of Marie-..
This series I like to call “P.A.I.N.T.I.N.G.” within my already artsy column —“The Significance of Unimportance,” —will be centered around taking ol..
Albert was, for much of his life, sick. It was the kind of sickness that always seemed to Albert a passing storm, a light drizzle that would move s..
I wrote this poem while listening to Sam Smith’s Lay Me Down. I hope you guys like this poem.
Words by Erica Villaran-Love
Image by Herbert Ba..
This poem was originally about heartbreak, but I decided to change that into something else. I wrote this poem while listening to The 1975’s song Se..
like his orange-painted Dutch hair,
often fit unsettlingly comfortable
onto Vincent’s pale, slim face
that his catholic mother ..
Since she was a little girl, she longed for a mane. Though her kinky waves were always clipped to her scalp, she longed for the luscious waterfalls ..
This poem was inspired by The Weeknd’s cover of Drunk in Love by Beyoncé off of her BEYONCÉ.
Words and image by Erica Villaran-Love.