Iris SharpeThe subconscious sprinterA concrete hallway, a metal door. I hear my footsteps and heavy breathing before I see, from a bird’s eye view, my adult self and my…Feb 4, 2019Feb 4, 2019
Iris SharpeIdentity is a construct… so construct something comfortableIt’s a mystery to me to this day that I really looked at my life as a whole and genuinely believed that I was straight. I was a very gay…Feb 3, 2019Feb 3, 2019
Iris SharpeThe baggage claimWhen I moved to a campus where no one knew so much as my name, I shoved my suitcase into the back corner of my closet and the back corner…Feb 2, 2019Feb 2, 2019
Iris SharpeA morning in anxiety’s shoes.I hesitantly step into the office and try to get his attention without meeting his eyes. I offer the paper and retreat two steps when he…Feb 1, 2019Feb 1, 2019