You realize that you’ve forgotten to throw Love in the trashcan. Love passed its expiry date a year ago but remains stuck to the ceiling of your room because you want to stare at the ceiling and think of Love every night before falling asleep.
When I first went off meal plan junior year, I was 90 percent certain that it wouldn’t be a big deal. I was one of those kids who was obsessed with Gordon Ramsay’s cooking videos in middle school. I grew up critiquing and brainstorming revisions for recipes on the Food Network shows with my grandmother, ...
When a poet meets their hero, they are left frank and unpoetic. I had rehearsed every moment, every word, every gesture for years. I promised my poise would be practiced to perfection. I would impress her with my words, speak naturally in metaphor and alliteration— prove that I was a poet in practice ...
My first year at Brown passed by like a speeding train. I remember it only in images—snapshots, swathes of color, moments. I went to a lot of places. I said a lot of things, some of which were true and some of which were not untrue. And I read a lot of poems. Here, I’ve compiled some of my favorites, ...
The thing about starting over is that it feels like uprooting the past—like leaving behind fragments of everything you once knew, just to stand before a canvas that’s untouched, a map that’s uncharted.
I think I owe the moon a love letter.
“E se ibi ti e ti bere, ese ibi ti e ba de, a dupe ore re, e se ibi te mu wa lo.”
Mama Instant Noodles Shrimp Flavor (Tom Yum). That squeaky wrinkle sound became pleasing when I tore open the foil packaging. I dumped the brick of ramen and the powder of spices into a bowl, and my fingers darted to the switch on my electric kettle. I now had only a minute to get everything ready.
I dip a tiny strip of photographic paper into a vat of developer and I watch it sink. Tapping it gently with popsicle-stick prongs, I let my mind wander for two whole minutes. I’ll stop the developing process by running it into the “stop bath” for half a minute, then into the fixer solution for ...
I used to think that the season you called your favorite revealed something profound and immutable about you. As a kid, since I got sunburnt so easily, I found warm, bright weather forbidding. That ruled out summer. Since I hated snow (peers were even harder to turn into friends when they were pelting ...
April is the cruellest month, breeding
From hip-hop to TikTok, Doechii’s meteoric rise to stardom shows that artists can express their individuality and still gain popularity among diverse audiences.
Spring (noun): a basin or pool of water
It’s the middle of August, and we only just got here. Right now, our whole group is gathered in the basement of a bar that’s too bright on a street that we’ve never seen in the daylight. I’m holding a beer, although I don’t drink beer, and we’re all a little drunk on Moscow Mules that cost ...
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