Down My Street
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The street isn’t ... Read More
Creative Writing
How dare the World?
“It hasn’t been a year since you bought it, should Macbooks break this easily?”
“Can I not go to class?”
“Didn’t you say makeup work takes more time than... Read More
A Grandma, Alzheimer, and Death
A few days ago was my first time seeing someone in the process of dying. She was not alive nor dead, she was in transition.
Every time her breath reached out for air, she took another step away from here, and she did so with no worries in her forehead wrinkles. ... Read More
Exclusive! An inside look into the dating life between Minerva and a Concussion
“What's today’s date?
Can you remember these numbers?
Are you having the thoughts again?
I think you should leave school.”... Read More
Bowed Spine
I was toldIn Science classThat cold waterPoured into hot glassWould shatter itSo why am I surprisedThat I am a creatureOf splintered partsWhen I am an eastern ... Read More
If I Were Not Brown
If I were not brown,
maybe people wouldn’t interrupt me when I talk... Read More
I am tired
I am tired
I am so unbelievably tired
I'm tired when I wake up
I'm tired when I go to bed
I am tired of eating
I am tired of speakin... Read More
San Francisco during COVID and beyond
Anh Chu and Daniel Kalu
Once a busy city, people moving from one place to the other, business meetings on every corner, hundreds of tech and networking events every week, San Francisc... Read More
Catching breath
What do I feel, remember, in these short moments of breath between the waves?
The small moments crest above the others.
A walk back from the ... Read More
Quinquatria “Poem”
When the semester ended, I was asked to write a poem for our Quinquatria, and that seemed doable enough. But after many attempts (and failures), I came to the ... Read More