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The Mischief That Started It All My art story didn’t begin in a classroom or under a teacher's guidance. It started with a bit of mischief. I was five years old when I borrowed—without permission—my mother’s architectural drawing tools. Those cool, shiny rulers and mysterious drafting gadgets felt like treasure to my small hands. While she searched for what had gone missing, I was already sketching worlds that had only existed inside my imagination. I didn’t know it then, but

When I think about what sparked my connection to existential poetry, it mainly relates to how I felt while growing up. Relatives told me that as a baby, even before I learned to speak, when I wanted to show anger—usually when I lacked the space I needed from others—I would curl my fists, tense up, and shake so much that my whole body would “vibrate.” When I felt like I was unheard, my family said that once I could speak, I would “storm out” of rooms and refuse to be ignored a

Author and Founder of Spoken Black Girl Publishing Rowana Abbensetts-Dobson shares her journey to becoming a fiction writer.

As a typical millennial growing up in the 90s, I got swept up in playing many video games. Sonic, Mario, Zelda, Tomb Raider, even Ms. Pac-Man—you name it, I most likely played it. Funny enough, playing video games made me fall in love with storytelling. I loved the creative input of worldbuilding, the power of the characters, and the crazy, sometimes convoluted plotlines. Video games were a fun escape from homework and playing outside. I enjoyed tapping into imaginative world