“Don’t let boys ruin your life. School should come first. Girls who play with boys are shameful,” my mom said to me when I was in middle school. I would hear these words frequently years later, especially when she was mad at my dad, and each time, the harsh connotations of the statement would be…
“More, more, MORE!” whines the voice inside your head Your id’s become your identity, instant gratification thy middle name. Every vein pulsating with greed Lusting evermore for the latest, the coolest, the best For thy passion of the day, the hour, the minute, the second. Satiation is the scapegoat; Disguise consumerism as self-care As you…
Hot cup of cocoa caressed by clammy palms You lie warm and content in the embrace of your old blanket Cocooned by alternating layers of fur and nostalgia Soaking in the crimson sunrise A gentle rain trickles down from the sky Flirting with your flimsy window-panes Tapping in tune to the sashay of the palm…
All the late night conversations we are guilty of as college students do not compare to the unspoken conversations we have with our thoughts…or the afterlife. Intentionally referencing witching hour with the time in our title, the “7 Nights of Halloween: Conversations at 3:33am” web series showcases a variety of late night interactions and interpretations…
*trigger warning: references to death, guns, murder, abuse, police brutality, and violence A boy in a hoodie eating Skittles on the way home gives you the jitters. But the news reports on cold-blooded murders? Those you’ve long been numbed to. Kill the young trans girl- who knows what kind of monster she’ll transform into next?…
One. The night before my first Halloween at college, Jin Yong passes away. I find out in an email from my professor, and am reminded of another strangely connected week, my sophomore year of high school: we start reading Gabriel García Márquez on a Monday and he dies that Thursday. My first thought, both times…