I will stick Post-its to the wall behind the sink. I will spatter them with soap suds and water, let the ink blend into a paper mâché mass of every word that picked me up off the floor. I will leave dishes in the sink. I will not wash them before I load the dishwasher. […]
Sometimes I wish I was Lilac flowers bundled together with twine White fluffy cardigan in a field of daisies Reading Jane Austen with the gold lined porcelain tea set beside me  Or rather maybe sipping Earl Grey tea Studying Thoreau in a dimly lit coffee shop The smell of Vermont swirling around
on the thirty-first of october, 1517, martin luther published his ninety five theses. his protest burned into the oak doors of a candy colored righteousness.  on the third of december, 2017—oh holy night—a chapel chorus tenor in a faux dutch church fell from the graces with a nail and a hammer
By Emma Gail Compton I made the table I eat dinner at. The wood was cheap but sturdy. The stain I chose is a dark oaky red and makes the small round table seem more expensive than it was. One could find something similar at any store, but this table, my table, I made. I […]
By Julia Voyt Pages and pages of 12 size Times New Roman are bled across the paper feverishly, introductions and statistics under methods and conclusions. Not eating food and my bicep is smaller this week I talk faster to my family and I write, write, write. The earth outside smells different and sw
By Fara Ling Ah Ma,     A few weeks ago, I realized I have never written Ah Ma a letter. That means I have never told Ah Ma I love you. There’s no way to say it in Hokkien, Ah Ma’s mother tongue. Forcing the syllables wa ai lu to sit next to […]