Day #3

Funeral for Home Watercolor paper stacked rough as old hands-- heater grates open to a desert. Florence Boulevard smolders in inch-deep volcano ash-- thick merlot carpet petrifies like bone. A ghost kicks dirt in the basement. Long hairs drizzle the bathtub. Hornets lull the dead, fruit drops and worms feast.

#NaPoWriMo

In preparation for the inception of NaPoWriMo--an intense thirty-day poetry binge for those of us paralyzed by fears of audience, topic, detail, and ourselves--we discuss why anyone would put themselves through the torturous process of writing a bad poem draft every single day. The answer? Lots of wine. It's almost April, which means baby animals, Earth… Continue reading #NaPoWriMo

Success

My post-internship contemplation has solidified my long-held suspicion that I cannot be an intern--least of all when my supervisors have less work experience combined than I do myself. Alexandra Kimball's brilliant, sad essay touches on the anguish felt by those of us who are realizing that the job we always wanted is reserved for rich folks,… Continue reading Success

Grad

So as you know if you follow my every move via social media, I got a big fat rejection email from the grad program I applied to at the University of Washington. While part of me is surprised--the honors-graduating, essay-planning, highlighter-toting part of me--in many ways, I expected it. My application was viciously progressive, and… Continue reading Grad

Hibiscus

Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie My rating: 5 of 5 stars Yowza. This novel is electric. Narrator Kambili is at once intuitive, observant, and silenced, leaving the reader with sparse, sensory descriptions that defy time. The language shifts with Kambili's awakening to a world larger than Mass, prayer, and obedience, revealing a level of… Continue reading Hibiscus