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Place / Setting

With a trick of light and atmosphere, Your tailbone pressed into the two-rail fence, arms waving long afternoon shadows onto recovering winter grass. The loose chicken wire I mistook for your suitcase. I rammed your fork into the wall. Its prongs collided with the yellowing wallpaper, kicked up dust as it coiled, and peeled backContinue reading “Place / Setting”

New Lids at Holy Grounds: Bad for Our Coffee, Bad for Our Outfits

The Villanovan originally published this review in their September 14th edition. My morning was a wreck. I woke up late, threw on an all-white outfit in a low-effort attempt to look chic, and, having run out of time to make myself a coffee, rushed to Holy Grounds to grab a quick latte. I was disturbed,Continue reading “New Lids at Holy Grounds: Bad for Our Coffee, Bad for Our Outfits”

Embracing My Inner Desires by Posting a Review I Wrote Three Months Ago

The following is a review of “Embrace Your Inner Desires by Dressing like your Crush” by Megan O’Sullivan, published by Vogue. “I can be any type of gay she wants” young lesbians on TikTok jokingly boast their versatility as they try on different outfits, speculating what “type of gay” their potential partner desires. In theseContinue reading “Embracing My Inner Desires by Posting a Review I Wrote Three Months Ago”

Street Market Finds

The Galway street market is open all year round on Saturdays and Sundays rain or shine. Vendors peddling fresh produce, bread, jewelry, and art prints line the street outside St. Nicholas’ Church in little tents. While I waited in line for the most heavenly-looking breakfast sandwiches I’ve ever seen, I struck up a conversation with theContinue reading “Street Market Finds”

Jet-lagged Dreams

Ireland is just as rainy as its reputation implies. I’ve been here for three days now (if you count one very jet-lagged and sleepy travel day), and every day, it’s rained. People joke that if you spend one day in Ireland, you can see all four seasons in just 24 hours, and they are right.Continue reading “Jet-lagged Dreams”

Landlocked

I hope you know, the pixels cannot capture you. The screen attempts a crude retelling of dimples like M&Ms and edges like art nouveau. I hope you know how hard I’ve tried to tenderly tug your form to mine to lift your chin up to the light to hold you through the phone. One dayContinue reading “Landlocked”

CLOWDS

I misspell words, writing them the way they sound. The other day I misspelled clouds: CLOWDS I’m sure they saw me do it the lint umbrellas overhead. They drift on, not minding what I call them.

Power: A Future That is Cyclical or Creative?

Liberation from the patriarchy exists only in speculative fiction. Naomi Alderman indulges in this speculation in The Power, in which women gain the ability to generate extremely powerful electric pulses through a newly discovered organ called a skein. This authority empowers women to infiltrate every aspect of the patriarchal societies in which they live.Continue reading “Power: A Future That is Cyclical or Creative?”

Christmas Tree Lot

My grandfather told me this story the other day. “He always smelled like a big Christmas tree. I love Christmas trees.” -Sue Reilly (my nana) I went to Bonner High School in Drexel Hill, and there were train tracks right behind the football field. I walked home from school on those tracks everyday. These hugeContinue reading “Christmas Tree Lot”

Conjunction

I left the door open a crackto let a blade of the light run across the dark.But in that space lived a cutting draftwhere six feet felt so far. Green eyes, you disappearbehind panes of streaky glass.In your armor, you won’t hearthe broken echoes of our past. This is our pattern—you and I,We draw burntContinue reading “Conjunction”