“Sometimes my body just wants me and I give her me. Then we are good to each other: the wave rushing toward the shore, crashing violently, then retreating back into herself.”
by Sabrina Kim on August 1, 2021July 31, 2021
“Brought back to the smooth oil, our skin so platonic in the bathroom light. / Enough secrecy for love, enough ugliness for comfort.”
by Sabrina Kim on May 30, 2021May 30, 2021
“Mostly, though, we all laughed together because so much more makes us similar than what makes us different—albeit critically different. And I would say, too, wonderfully different.”
by Sabrina Kim on April 18, 2021April 17, 2021
“I was too young to care much about time—it was all just a vast substance that clung to me, moved me, invisible and inconsequential.”
by Sabrina Kim on April 11, 2021April 10, 2021
A Nass writer sits down with the United States Poet Laureate and Princeton Professor to discuss Blackness, the pandemic, and poetry.
by Sabrina Kim on March 28, 2021March 28, 2021
“We stood, then sat, like that for a while: just ourselves, so small. It made us feel so together and so apart, as if it were the first day we met.”
by Sabrina Kim on February 28, 2021February 28, 2021
In the succeeding entries, we telescope “rhythm.” Sonically evocative and personally connotative, we examine the word in its multiplicity of meanings.
by Abigail Glickman, Allie Mangel, BT Hayes, Emma Mohrmann, Lara Katz, Sabrina Kim on November 8, 2020November 8, 2020
“Pine air, peace of mind. Quilts from your childhood with that sense of déjà vu, & then erasure”
by Sabrina Kim on November 1, 2020November 1, 2020
“I was interested in regrowth—what better setting for that pursuit than the lawn, where lavender and hyacinth and rubrum extend their arms beyond their allotted plots?”
by Sabrina Kim on September 27, 2020September 27, 2020
Bot check: What is the name of the res. college that begins with a B?