Ivy Rockmore (‘27) studies Literary Arts. Her debut play BI MEN is forthcoming from 1319 Press. She writes for the features section of Post- Magazine. Investigating the commodification of the self and desire’s relationship to social systems, Ivy received the Michael S. Harper Memorial Prize in Poetry in 2025.
It’s March 2026: I’m rocking a blue bikini and I’m on my second cocktail and I’m feeling unashamed. I’m walking along a beach in the Dominican Republic at a resort where 300 other tipsy Brown students vacation. This resort has a shiny exterior with its four separate pools, but rot peeks out ...
Trad-wives, looksmaxxing men: A lot has changed since I wrote my article on bi non-practicing people at Brown exactly a year ago.
content warnings: description of mass suicide, mentions of rape
I have never seen a yellow-rumped warbler in real life, though I feel like I have because of the hundreds of photos I’ve looked at. They are small, stout creatures with a pronounced beak. The black feathers surrounding their eyes make them appear more like deer than birds. They carry daisy-yellow ...
I take a rest on the oily, heat-stained seats of the L Train to Brooklyn. My feet tingle after the long summer walk to the station, buoyancy enveloping my limbs. I feel the body heat of a close friend from Brown next to me. She sports jorts. Classic. A navy tank top and rose-gold jewelry, too. She is ...
I am six and decaying. The heat’s out, Toronto’s winter is angry, plum-red in its fury, and my dad knocks; he must hear me shivering. I hear the thud of his boots before I see him, all bald and devoted. He glances at me, mutters “Be right back,” and the wobbly house holds its breath as he sprints. ...
“No marriage till you’re 30.”
I was only 17 when I ejaculated into the cup that my future children would be frozen in. I was about to become a mother, whether I wanted to or not.
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