The night is dry & we confuse the bartender by ordering rotwein instead of rose. I’m using royal. I’m halfway through the glass when a 34-year-old man doesn’t ask to strip my skintight pink dress to light the years in … Read More
You brought me orange juice in bed as the sun began to throw its spears into the hanging dust. Anything you’d like to do today? Nothing really, besides the juice. I clicked on the tape we had been listening to. … Read More
Coming from New Jersey, where my home and parents are only an easy hour and a half drive away, my transition to college was easier than most—at least in theory.
According to many Broadway aficionados, The Book of Mormon is the best musical of the century. The jokes are witty and the music is catchy and the tickets are stupid expensive unless you go with your residential college. The show is also irreverent to the point of blasphemy.
The event was titled “My English Major and My Career,” and if you could get past the clunkiness, I suppose the name was probably meant to be reassuring—the suggestion being that having the former doesn’t preclude you from having the latter.
Aries: The year will change like a woman in the dark like an angel inverting into the opposite of God and there are men who will not be able to help but break the skin of it with their feet, a metaphor an English major is already analyzing for a JP somewhere.
The moment I first lent my ears to a band on stage, I fell deeply in love. Live music has always been my route to something more, supplying me with a sense of rapture a sermon or a nature walk could never quite compare to.
Archbishop Carlo Maria Viganò pushes Kim Davis through a set of oak double doors. She teeters on her kitten heels, stumbling into a dark, velvety interior. She blinks, swirls of smoke stinging her eyes and clouding her vision, and sneezes. … Read More
