A Genetics Major Falls in Love with an Archaeologist
November 15, 2022
Lend an ear for a moment, will you, my dear? 159 years ago, a monk proved inheritance in sprouts, That traits are crafted by a complex series Of protein expressions and dominance patterns. Genetic codes are etched into the fabric of our being, Passed from mother to child like...
October 11, 2022
Clouds run like racers, destinations away Forgetting their people on tired brown soil The sun bakes us into broken clay A kiln of tiring toil, toil, toil We’ve forgotten how to breathe Reaching for the breeze of seas Drape it on our face like fairies do to wreathes But gift...
October 4, 2022
the window was open my patience had flown we drove for hours on an exhaustive road heaven or las vegas on the radio this moment in time captured like a video serotonin whispering in my ear my face felt the breeze pores in delight a few days into healing what a gorgeous blight i...
A Letter of Advice From an Unexpected Individual
My Anonymous Correspondent, “Qui habet aures, audiendi audiat.” He who has ears, let him hear. Matthew 11:15 Perhaps my writing to you is a surprise. Welcome or unwelcome, this reply needn’t make you feel astonished or alarmed. I only entreat that you pay heed to my advice with...
It was June before I realized how easy it was. Trapped within the confines of my home, I was free from the pressure of academics, of competing, of talking to people. Did it bother me when I realized the comfort with which thoughts and ideas are exchanged when they are exchanged through...
The world always tends to play rough with people, especially if those people are women. From thousands of years of patriarchy, to double standards down to every single human behavior, women feel the brunt of society in a way men don’t. They are quieted, shushed, and told to...
May 24, 2021
Click the following link to access this New Trier author's short story: logos_2020_19_if_this_dies_with_me
Sasha and I primarily communicated in hard contact. I’d nudge a little kindly and Sasha would nudge back, harder. Both of us would continue until we drew a temporary line for the day, or rather, Sasha yelled at me to stop. In the theater room, the black plastic foldable chair wiggles...
First things first: if you and I are going to get acquainted, we have to set a couple of boundaries. Communication is a healthy thing, right? So— Rule #1: You will know me only as Jack. Any other potentially identifying details—Do. Not. Matter. To you, I am Jack, and that means...
The town was small, a close-knit community of people who hadn’t seen a visitor in years. The newest people to come to the town came only weeks apart, the first to move to the area in five years, the first to disturb the town’s routine, a routine in which one of the newcomers, an elderly...
