Dear Uncle Marc, You’d never guess where I am. In about a month, I’ll finish my third year at Yale...
Creative Work
IV.(a) Nothing gets out of hand if it was neverwithin reach. Nothing goes down in flames if it wasnever high...
Everything cracks around me. The ice, even just a few feet along the bank, crackles like it is being stepped...
There’s another Ivy League institution in New Haven. Things get a bit hairier there.
As I sat performing my chemistry lab titration, hair plastered with sweat and hands shaking, I enviously eyed the other...
The men in my ears clacked about The Iliad as I walked. I used to pause my podcasts and take...
We rode bikes up to the reservoir in the afternoon. Dad crouched at the water molding pink clumps of PowerBait...
In the fog before churchthe cafes are closed,the good grocers alsosave one in which I knowno Spanish and am sorry....
In “Mas’s Shoulder,” I asked my family members to cut out the silhouette of Mas Okamoto, my great-grandfather. In the...