Prose

She was a rosewater kind of woman. It simply means that she was as simple as a fountain. She indistinctly repeated the same speech with different words to anyone who was listening: the cluster of roses waiting in the garden, the horses, the people who treated her like a horse, the broken fountain, the sweet […]

QUESTIONS: 1.     Does she make a Spotify playlist for you after your 1st date?  a.    Yes, and 9/10 songs come from Lana del Rey’s unreleased collection  b.     No, she uses Apple Music 2.     Does she mysteriously have a headache when you want to have sex?  a.    

Truthfully, it is difficult to articulate in words the thoughts and feelings which weigh on my mind daily. It is difficult to articulate that which I do not have the guts to express aloud because I know that I would simply start crying to myself even if I tried.  Simply put, I feel isolated. Not

There are many things I don’t like about myself, and I know I am not the only one. Everyone goes through some feelings of self-doubt from time to time. But what do you do with those feelings when a mental health condition compounds all that? My suspected abnormality was confirmed to me in my first-year

A young girl recently told me, “I want to wear makeup because I’m ugly.” It pained me to hear such a beautiful, bubbly soul so nonchalantly degrade herself. It pained me to see how this worry about beauty is still plaguing girls. Not that I’m surprised.  While there are notable figures and influencers who helpfully

Living with yourself is a nightmare. Because self-care starts with self-talk and, when you live alone, it’s a monologue. No interruptions, distractions, or dramatism, just you. And dorm life can feel like the woods.  The woods when you’re lost, your orienteering partner is also lost but lost somewhere else, and there’s a weird sound coming

Like everyone says, I don’t know if I have ever fallen in love. But what I know is that you taught me love.  When I first met you, I was 7 and you were 8 – I was trying to mimic my mother’s patterns of dating older men I suppose. Despite our age difference, there

The thought now flashes, pouring density into me, a tenderness so slow. An abyss of seashell, chocolate curls: I dive into them like a swimmer. Oblivion swings between us like an infant in a cradle, gently rocked by our opposite hands and arms. You swiftly push it; so do I. So gentle is its rocking:

To my dear friend. You quietly knocked on my door one night. You cried quick tears and suddenly there was laughter. I felt happy that mine was the door you chose. From that day on the world was kinder. One night you held my trembling body as I told you. You always knew what to