Illustration by Libbe Phan
There’s coffee on your lips
You’re across the room and
Your back is turned but
I can tell —
You’re singing
At the break of dawn
Like a songbird with a message
You only do that when
There’s coffee on your lips
Hi! My name is Joyce, and I’m a writer from Southern California. I first started writing fiction
when I was young as a form of escapism. Now, I’m interested in writing personal essays about
identity and expressing emotions through prose poetry. I enjoy writing as a pastime, and I’m
grateful for the opportunity to work on Humankind Zine with amazing writers and artists.
