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[h]. Also featured in Iteration so go take a look at that. I edit the publication. To whoever’s reading, love you. feeling things much more deeply these days. Continue reading
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Within a Few Stanzas
Listening to poetry, almost like an affidavit stating I can’t read poetry and I never have, although that’s a highly shortsighted and, frankly, annoying statement to make and what I mean is: all writers have flaws. Some avoid metaphors, others try not to reveal anything about themselves within their writing, in a highly technical display Continue reading
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Updates 05/08
Much of the rest of the year hinges on the fact that I get these concert tickets; not in that I am an uberfan (although I am), or that we are desperate enough to pay an egregious amount of money (my friend said he would pay for both our tickets as a gift), but that Continue reading
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Life of Leisure
Despite it all, lying on the beach, hand in hand. Sun beating on her face, shirt sticking to her back. Anything that ever works out for her in her life pales in comparison to the banal qualities of her and the other Her, together with dark skin sizzling with mild sun poisoning, deciding it’s time Continue reading
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Observations of the Species
Pulled from the archives: written for Lit Crit Spring ’24. Essay developed from a series of contemplations/observations that occurred after watching Koyaanisqatsi (1982). Continue reading
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marching
You become accustomed to the constant kneading of your flesh, the silver-plated horse hooves marching all over the thick of your skin throughout the year in sync with the seconds. Heavy. A good rhythm with a full thud. Slightly bruising but feels good in certain hollows. And around the clock, down the decade, the horsemen Continue reading
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does the cow know why it’s being fed
i don’t know what to say as we’re sitting on the train together and i think i said something like: i loved when we used to have snow days. i think i was 6, and the snow was taller than me even. my dad would carry me so i could even see above the pile. Continue reading
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[It takes Guts to] :: partial draft
At some point in a fading dusk, Aileen wore a fuschia dress with mud- soaked brown combat boots, of which the gridded footprints trailed up to the 15th step of the staircase. She was barely visible. In this lighting, she looked infinitely merciful. At the top of the staircase was the Winged Victory of Samothrace. Continue reading
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Linguistics
Most people I know now would be shocked to hear that I was one of those kids that just couldn’t sit still in preschool. I had gone to two different preschools – the first was when I was three, and because I was too rambunctious, a different one when I was four. Nothing truly changed Continue reading
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A random fictional draft amongst 100s.
This writer’s block isn’t anything like the one I had my first semester, but it festers in other ways. I wish I had something beautiful to say but my days are filled with talking to the man that works at the Dunkin [he used to live in Chennai, and upon finding out I’m Tamil, started Continue reading
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Lit Crit my Beloved
Phenomenology, the Architectural Body, and Free Fall: How does Perception affect the Individual’s Relationship with a Space? Continue reading
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a short statement of gratitude.
Something peculiar happened today, about an hour ago, and that was that I drove past my elementary school and was filled with absolutely no dread at all – much of my high school years were filled with looking away when driving by my old elementary and middle school, and that’s gone! If it isn’t obvious, Continue reading
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Brain Scan of my Days
Published in SUNHOUSE Literary. Issue 2. March 2024. Continue reading
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Rebirth // Microfiction
I sit with holographic hallucinations in a place quite the opposite of escape; sitting at the one table in the dining hall, at 8:10 am, that falls victim to the stream of morning light that funnels bright and milky, sun bleaching my eyelashes and iris. The warmth becomes a husk of bright Varanasi lights that Continue reading
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Dreamscapes and Architecture
My dreamscape consists of an upside house and a crumbling apartment complex, boldly allowing me to float between the pillars, avoiding toppling rubble because it’s my dream, and in my dream I’m able to dodge whatever I want to – that is, until I’m forced to shift to the next dreamscape, being crushed by a Continue reading
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New Year ramblings.
A new year and I don’t feel any different. In fact, I feel years younger than I really am. Of course, when somebody asks how old I am, I say 18. 18 is monumental. Voting! Legal! 18 is one of those checkpoint ages; in my head, though, I hesitate. I say 15, because that’s how Continue reading
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Trashed Draft #3 | possible recycle
The weather was 18 degrees and the floor felt so chill to my face that it almost burned; my ears pressed against the wood that hummed from the washing machine tumbling in the basement. It was a muffled, encapsulating hum that overpowered the sounds that atmosphered the other ear. Dian, Rishi, and Cass had been Continue reading
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Horror & Stalking (not related)
Recently, I’ve found myself leaning into horror a bit more. I always found the genre a bit meaningless and uninteresting. Jumpscares and spooky things got me but I didn’t really believe in ghosts or religious exorcisms (religious horror movies were my most despised genre) and so I was never truly scared of them. However, I’ve Continue reading
An Assortment of Not-Rights 