Non-Binary Alphabet
A tale of a non-binary kid told through the English alphabet for the sake of:
a) showing the world through the eyes of a shapeshifting person;
b) keeping it short and sweet (before it goes off...
A 15-minute Break: Chapter 4
What does a 15-minute delay mean in a city that runs at 1,000 miles an hour? When a subway grinds to a halt in the middle of a tunnel, four strangers with different backgrounds,...
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...
A Hard Summer’s Work
The first thing that hits you when you enter a field of corn is the smell. The corn itself doesn’t have much of a smell but aphids — or more accurately their sh-t —...
Comfortably Modern
“Just remember, once the gas starts flowing, count backward from 10 nice and slowly,” the voice said.
“Ten…”
His eyes darted around the room, trying to get one last look at his surroundings, but the room...
The Wedding, Chapter 1: Shutters and Mirrors
A wedding is a time for family, levity and love. But what craziness ensues when an unwanted guest, the groom’s ex to be exact, shows up out of the blue? Find out over the...
A 15-minute Break: Chapter 3
What does a 15-minute delay mean in a city that runs at 1,000 miles an hour? When a subway grinds to a halt in the middle of a tunnel, four strangers with different backgrounds,...
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...
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...
‘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...
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...
