Post- Magazine Narrative
Post- Magazine
there is nowhere to do it in new york [narrative]
By Kimberly Liu | December 6Sitting in the art-deco-meets-botanica Domain Café (understood to be the Andrews of downtown Manhattan, given the prevalence of Asian-inspired food options), I feel exhausted. A frontal lobe headache is developing, and my eyes just can’t seem to adjust to the light. This is partly because I got up ...
Post- Magazine
worthy of love [narrative]
By Gabrielle Yuan | December 6There are not many things in this world that I, with time, cannot overcome. If it’s a homework assignment, I can escape the all-consuming mindset that one assignment will affect the trajectory of my career. If it’s a disagreement among friends, I can find ways to view multiple perspectives, finding ...
Post- Magazine
friends in high-five places [narrative]
By Ellie Jurmann | November 30If there’s one thing to know about me, it’s that there are actually eleven (and counting): Paul Ryan, Frederick, Stacey-Maurice, Jerry, Bridgette, Gordo, Deena, Milo-Jordan, Billy Joel (a.k.a. Ol’ Bluegrass), Dickens, and Bixby. These little guys are my whole world, and they fit in the palms of ...
Post- Magazine
the unbearable weight of thanksgiving (meals) [narrative]
By Jeanine Kim | November 29The table is set. A pristine tablecloth is laid—only the faintest of creases as evidence of usual irrelevance, when it sits forgotten and folded in a tiny cabinet high up in the kitchen. Further decorating the table is a feast. A true cornucopia. Filled with meats, carbs, and vegetables. It’s a ...
Post- Magazine
playing home [narrative]
By Liza Kolbasov | November 15My mother’s childhood was full of plants made into toys. The last time I was in Moscow—11 years ago now, the memories are growing rusty—she shared them with me, introducing me to the many plants that could become playthings, even in a big city. There were the “touch-me-not” plants, “nedotroga,” ...
Post- Magazine
triptych of bathroom haircuts [narrative]
By Emily Tom | November 15In one of my earliest memories I’m sitting on the lid of the toilet, wearing pajamas, a trash can between my feet. My mother is holding scissors as if she has just discovered what they are. She is a woman of many talents, but cutting hair is not one of them. Still, I let her try. Over and over, I ...
Post- Magazine
whispered memories of home [narrative]
By Ana Vissicchio | November 8In the corner of the patch of land I call home there used to sit a treehouse. The funny thing about this treehouse is that it was never in a tree at all. It was a small wooden shed, perched atop nothing but solid ground.
Post- Magazine
me, myself, and i do [narrative]
By Ellie Jurmann | November 1I am single, and I am married. While seemingly paradoxical, both of these things are true. There is no husband, nor a spouse to whom I am married. I alone comprise the happy couple.
Post- Magazine
haunted grounds [narrative]
By Liza Kolbasov | October 26I found out recently that my favorite coffee shop in Providence will be closing in less than two weeks. This is both heartbreaking and, in some ways, strangely fitting.
Post- Magazine
recording scriptures of glory [narrative]
By Nélari Figueroa Torres | October 26Glory to the words once rehearsed and the feelings once known
Post- Magazine
senior anxieties [narrative]
By Jeanine Kim | October 18I am jealous of every single first-year. It’s a sad truth, but an honest one nonetheless. Sitting in an English seminar, populated by everyone from grad students to seventeen-year-old first-years, the range of ages jumps out, refusing to be subdued by the equalizing experience of the classroom. Despite ...
Post- Magazine
a tangle of movement [narrative]
By Mack Ford | October 18I know a girl who dances as easy as breathing.
Post- Magazine
family as self portrait [narrative]
By Daniel Hu | October 4I. KNOWN FACTS ABOUT MY FATHER
Post- Magazine
grief in practice [narrative]
By Gabrielle Yuan | October 4While spiders have always paralyzed me, my greatest fear appeared when I least expected it, looming over me during moments of great happiness and great pain.
Post- Magazine
red cover [narrative]
By Gabrielle Yuan | September 27As I cast one final glance around my room, disappointment seeps into my heart. The unfulfilled part of me is saddened to feel nothing more than a single, temporary drop in my chest when thinking about moving away. It’s hard to miss something that has already been tainted by the notion of change, such ...
Post- Magazine
first year blues [narrative]
By Anonymous | September 27At the beginning, it was good. It was exciting to be around so many new people, so many of them interesting, passionate, and unfailingly kind. Campus was beautiful, the sun casting its golden glow on the old brick buildings, the grass bright and wet, the ancient towering trees scattering shadows like ...
Post- Magazine
my first time in dublin [narrative]
By Canqi Li | September 20Mid-December 2022. Heavy snow.
