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 ...
A review of 2014’s Spring Weekend from the Brown Daily Herald describes the concerts as “primarily successful.” 11 years later, and I can only chuckle at this subdued summary of a series headlined by one of the most prolific DJs ever and arguably the greatest artist of all time whose sound pioneered ...
I purchased my first ever Spring Weekend ticket while on the treadmill. I was #1998 in the virtual queue and the little figure on the screen walked atop the progress bar from left to right, imitating my leisurely pace, dragging itself to the finish line. Every day felt like that at the time. Between ...
When the air tastes like radiance and the days drip with donut-pink glaze, it’s easy to fall in love with the whimsy and effervescence of life. It is also tempting to believe you aren’t perhaps fully cooked—maybe only a tad bit caramelised.
Learning to hate is both easy and hard. It is easy in that once felt, hatred takes close to no effort to maintain. It persists through all kinds of weather. Learning to hate is hard in that you need to get hurt to begin. And then it hurts to keep hating. And then when you’re finally tired of hating, ...
If you’d asked my twelve-year-old self to close her eyes and go to her happy place, she would have done so dutifully: contemplated, ruminated, and then cast herself to the Burbank, California IKEA.
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