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Study For My Dream
Morpheus always shows me the same thing when I go with him. Just a window.
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At Ease
At six months old I started to pick out my own clothes. My face would light up when my mom opened my closet for me. She would hold me up…
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Treading History
The darkest days of history begin not with pestilence and paper-burning
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Collection of Sijo Poetry
Sijo is a Korean traditional form of poetry. Sijo is written in three lines, each with four groups of 1-5 syllables with a total of 14-16 syllables per line.
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Demystifying networking in undergrad: a failure and a success
When I heard the term “networking” growing up, it conjured images of men in suits playing pool in a cigar smoke-filled back room of a dingy bar.
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Metamorphosis
Can you hear the crisp pull of skin peeling off my lips? My eyelids? My wrist?
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Planet 9 Records, Richmond
One of my favorite subjects to explore in my art, especially in photography, is human beings.
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Mississippi Yearning
you are a veiny thing gossamer serpent stretching its neck from stem to stern
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The Fault of the Moon
Just as the ocean’s tides recede, the waves always come back to feed.
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Synesthesia
The scent of smoke burns my skin. All I can smell are the flames burning before me.
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HISD Open Door Policy (from the perspective of a student)
The beginning of a new school year is always an adjustment: returning to a regular sleep schedule, forfeiting free time as homework piles up.
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I Miss You, Grandma
I miss you Grandma, I know I'm not supposed to start a letter like that, but I’m also not supposed to write to someone who is no longer with us.
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Double Double This This
Double mirrors and doorways— Double keys and hard drives—
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Penelope
I stitch my shroud, in quiet contemplation It is time that I race against, leaving rough edges I never hope to finish.
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Warning to Firefly-Catchers
moving in the clandestine hidden in the brush i trudge along the undergrowth cloaked in musky dusk
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Space for Being Single
David Brooks, renowned New York Times columnist and journalist, recently published an article entitled “To Be Happy, Marriage Matters More than Career,” in which he posits, unsurprisingly, that marriage receives…
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The Stranger in the Photo
It is August 24th, 2008. I am clad in a backwards tan cotton twill cap, a linen tank top, and a pair of striped green seersucker shorts.
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Well-Meaning Advice and Other Methods of Dream-Crushing
Society told me that college was for “finding yourself,” or whatever that means. Countless movies promised me that college would include glamorous makeovers, revenge degrees (à la Legally Blonde), and…
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An Abridged Architectural History of Old Suburban Chicago
The Queen Anne never tries to hide, slyly aligning herself to the eyes of mindful passers-by:
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Old Photo Album I Found at an Antiques Store
You, holding the baby, crouching in a meadow, a child yourself. Your father: straight short hair, dark suit, slow face. Here he is holding you, here he is with your…
