“What do you do as an English major?” Perhaps one of the most challenging aspects of being an English major is to have my life… Read More »On Purpose, Duty, and Tradition: A Reflection on Thousand Cranes by Yasunari Kawabata
Sometimes you read a piece of work and find yourself spellbound. Invisible strings of alluring narrator, intense plot—all finely threaded within a riveting storytelling. You… Read More »Notes on Shame, Desire, and Home: Reviewing Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin
i. you want the truth but not what i can offer to you. the thing in my pocket is something i have yet to name.… Read More »seven degrees of a confession
Ambition gets into a fight with their girlfriend (25F) and goes to Reddit for solutions.
let me explain how nothing ever changes—the tides, sure—but tonight you’re unhooking your jaw, letting the half-choked noises fill up the car. the blue shade… Read More »to the man who calls you whore in the bedroom & treats you like one outside of it
there is no other version of this story. i write about my heart and you swallow it like pomegranate seeds. i hold my tongue and… Read More »in the closet
Art by Mary Pelc. In a world where two souls can be reborn in a thousand universes, two lovers navigated through memories and tried to… Read More »and everyone is loved, somewhere in time
beauty is a vacancy i’m taking a CV back home. the kind that runs Monday mascara dry & dismisses worth with a late paycheck. maybe… Read More »an ode to hormonal pills
An artist’s correspondence to her affair named Passion. Each spectacled by the omniscient, everly-changing seasons.
Revisiting the crannies and nooks of her childhood memories, she tries to revoke the life-binding fear of abandonment that looms over a decade of her life. This is a piece about youthful
hope—although trampled—and the kind of love it birthed after. Ironically, she writes it while still
being hopeful as ever.
