Lyssna: A Review
The performance was viscerally compelling. Immersed in evolving harmonies and asymmetrical rhythms, I found myself transported to a space outside the predictable and rigid schedules of junior spring, of deadlines and word counts, into a rustic, sunlit world where patterns existed to be deconstructed and reformed.
Alt Empire
An informal history of Princeton’s party task force
Crazy
I decide that if only girls are crazy, I will be a boy—
Reuse, Recycle, Recover
Maybe he would drop the umbrella, walk away with long strides, and not even glance back at the girl with the ladybug canvas at her feet.
Kat Kulke
Yet while my parents could censor my wardrobe, they were powerless to change my name. At home, of course, I was Catherine. But at school, I could negotiate on my own terms.
Untitled Diptych
A photographic study of bodies, relationship, and motion
Rebecca Julia Sobel Solomon
The flexibility of the name signifies the countless times I, too, have bent, becoming an altered version of myself that only barely resembled the original.
The Nass Reviews Flaked
This show is like the less-funny, homosocial version of Love except there’s still chicks in it and dudes who are bad at talking to them.
For a COS Major
I am 1, she is 0, and maybe that’s all there is.
Soap Poem
found an old bar of yr soap in the bathroom closet more like i found it in the store (amazon) n bought it n brought it home n bathed myself w it n had a v v emotional time ie i masturbated using a bar of yr old soap holdin it under the faucet until […]
Rothko
i remember the anguish of space— standing half a step too close to you under the copper light of streetlamps, with every word and gesture, feeling surprised by how my hands would strain against their own skin to touch yours in those moments, i understood what rothko wanted to paint— “the big emotions” […]
My Mother’s Ring
Wasn’t the diamond an engagement diamond? Why was she wearing her engagement ring on the wrong finger?