if you see; love

The rain never let up that summer. Instead, everyday was so incredibly dewey that it saturated my brain, it soaked through my clothes. I was submerged in an underwater cave, cautiously sifting through to try and find myself. The pain I endured was looming. I always knew when it was coming and I'm not too …

four poems for me, about you.

    Orgasm  the sky is blue for the first time in a while.  i know this bc i am seeing clearly outside my window, the shadowing veil has been lifted. i have escaped from something in one way or another; or it is just me finally looking thru the reflection now. this can' t be …

how do you measure?

How do you measure the pitfalls of humanity. Is survival transposed against the blanketed lines, between living and existing? How long before we forget what is at stake? Does one thing compensate? Too much is never enough.   People are starving.   The institution is institutionalizing an ache for necessity, Meanwhile they are sitting there …

Forgotten Borough

It wasn’t until I strayed away that I understood just how much of a joke the place I spent eighteen years of my life is to the rest of America. On the first day of my freshman college writing class I, like every other student, hesitantly announced my name, major, and hometown in front of …

Students Struggle to find Intimacy on Campus

  The students of American University are no strangers to raspberry blushed cheeks and side-eye glances reserved for “the morning after.” In fact, it is something they encounter nearly every Sunday morning walking around the Terrace Dining Room to get an omelet and potatoes— still in their clothes from the night before. The undergraduate population …

some new words.

I’ve come to realize that he does not matter. He was just a chapter— actually a paragraph of my young adult life. I could sit here relentlessly writing pages and pages all day about boys with slight smiles who leave suddenly with questionable and unfulfilled promises. After all that, however, I still would not have found …

new york, new york

New York City is idealized as a sort of Emerald City for those who live on the outside. Hallmarked by its gigantic neon billboards and celebrity red carpets; by smoky basements and all black wearing college students who gossip amongst poets and entrepreneurs of booming industries and markets alike. New Yorkers are a breed of …

WORDS.

Lately I have felt numb. I can’t really pinpoint when or how this all began either. It may have something to do with a boy, whose unruly curls and twitching smile stays plastered in my mind, but probably not because it has to be more than just that. If one things for sure it’s that …

Living In or With Your Body?

Ellen Montalbano, 57, relaxes in a sofa chair in her Staten Island home as she reminisces on the past fourteen months. “I am definitely happier with my breast reconstruction when it’s covered by clothes rather than when I’m naked. So I guess it’s a good thing I’m a secretary and not a stripper!” she says, …

cessation

I We stood there, few feet apart at the deserted train station. My palms cold and damp, fingers outstretched and reaching towards nothing. You had a lighter in your hand. Eyes that were once star speckled and bright now they’re just empty.                           …