As she called on me to read aloud, a memory swirled warm like a summer breeze across the deep Atlantic: rocking on a black-and-white checked chair by a gas fireplace where my Mom opened Robert Frost and we memorized poems together. She sat close to the flames and melted a h
Typing half-churned poetry, touching screens with a tongue, bearing in mind the doomsday clock. Putting passive voice on resumes, love letters, and easily hacked apps, I think Romanticism is back. The lexicon is overflowing, overtaxing, and overstaying its welcome.The NYC, Luddite teens had a
but I’d rather step in: kick my shoes off, peel my socks off, dip one toe in to start. And if it’s cold, all the better for when I slip one whole foot in and then the other, let the small pebbles tickle my sole and jagged rocks nip my heel, watch the blue veins […]
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 […]