After pulling together $1.75 in change for the bus (I had decided against the forty-five minute walk, but another Yalie...
I’ve been crying in the L-Dub showers. This is where I came to mourn my first graded problem set, to...
Some students go to Sterling Memorial Library’s stacks to study. Others, not so much. I’m sentimental. I like to collect things. I...
in the quietest hour, I sever strings of barbed wire from their homes. I am braiding them together, slow and...
Cattywampus. This key is the last word I will utter tonight. I step into my H.O.C.’s dining room, a table...
Each time my mother wraps an eggroll, another piece of a new story shatters. Glass noodles, pork, carrots, cabbage, all...
Outside the train window, the sun blurs out pink across industrial New England. Old factories and local marinas glow; people...
How does one capture the feeling of being made to feel like a moon—cratered and whole, a silvered face, catching...
She wraps a t-shirt around her eyes and the budding moon wanes to a yawning black— a personal eclipse of...
Yale prohibits pets in dorms, but that hasn’t stopped some students. Knock knock. A winter chill leaks through the window...