The First Day of Spring

The first day of spring is always the same. It’s something we don’t experience where I’m from. Here, when the cold finally subsides, it’s like a physical rebirth. It is that college-on-the-east-coast experience that...

Postcard Poems

There are parts of New York City that just speak to your soul. Be it a quiet park, a bustling bookstore or a crowded coffee shop. Read six writers' postcard poems to their special...

4×4: A Quartet of Summer Travel Writings

As a component of the three-year undergraduate program at the NYU Tisch Department of Dance, students attend three to six week summer residencies in Berlin, Prague, Salzburg, and New York with renowned movement artists....

Tired Old Rebel

in endless march a floating child very last vestige of the embryonic army the powerful march of history violates your soil infiltrations of nests of thieves murder is committed with impunity on your fragile neck scars left by a carnivorous animal the U.S. colonial yoke this...

Sunflowers

“I'll meet you by the car in five,” I say, rushing through the door. We're late to a cemetery service for my godfather. The florist's corner shop looks cozy and inviting in the midst of...

The Story of Boy

Illustration by Rachel Lee. Boy was depressed mainly because his mother and father had decided to name him “Boy.” As a seven-year-old, Boy ran away from home, but he only made it to the next-door...

A Dancer Is a Body in Motion

“This isn’t a dance class — it’s a life class.” On the first day of my Steinhardt introductory modern dance class, my teacher Allegra Romita stated these words as we sat cross-legged in a circle...

‘Identity in a Pot’ and ‘Do Do Don’t’

Identity in a Pot I brought my earthen pot to the other side of the world only to find that this side is a blind spot it must not enter. My brown earthen pot is loud against the white...

Chicken Comb

Bald I was plopped in a round pool floaty, corking the hole. Bzzt. Bzzt. My mother’s friend’s brother’s wife collected the tufts of hair and set them aside, definitely not for later use. The shaving...

Anxiety Is My Carry-On

Mexico City, Mexico July 2018 The streets of Mexico City were loud with excitement. It was the World Cup. Everywhere you went, there were jerseys hung up on walls and merchandise being sold. A couple of...

How To Map the East Village Artist

That alley I look out on between the Bowery and Second Avenue when Bleeker Street turns into First — I wish were a restaurant courtyard. Where there might be picnic tables and portable heaters there...

A 15-minute Break: Chapter 1

What does a 15-minute delay mean to a city that runs at 1000 miles an hour? When a subway grinds to a halt in the middle of a tunnel, four strangers with different backgrounds,...
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