poetry

1.Don’t marry the one you are most passionately in love with because the highs are high, but the lows —my mother once said to me as a matter of fact, from personal experience, because she knows best.Because that tooth-colored Rabbit of hers was always dying. Broke...

Strangers packed in love seatsdull metal bars covered in stolenlives to grip overheadstation names bear new font butchalk outlines still flickerdoors burst open for quick explorersblood scrubbed away by middaycrew mixed in with dust particlescities float by through...

I went out todayfor the first timein a while.I thought about wearingmy new black dressbut decided it might be betterfor a date nightthan a funeral.I was sure toaccessorize appropriatelywith a black mask. Rebecca Chhay is a third-year PhD student in the UCLA English...

Don’t tell me about the osprey in Louisiana.Tell me something square instead.I remember the rocky river that ran behind the house.You said, when the petals bloom at night, the fairies dance.Tell me how you knew I snuck out to that concert.Don’t talk to me of my...

Texas              Chocolatedouble       butter-sticks h e e t             c   a   k   ewith                pistachios(&   big   flats   of   salt) must      remain     rightside       up       or      elsemeet         its         makeron   our   kitchen  floor....

I don’t really know who chose who.I just stopped holding my heart’s emotions andthen, when I was about to die,you appeared!There you were, a little Tzintzúnwaiting to embrace the light of the sun,to penetrate with your body that intense prism,and here was my...

It might have been the cold or the urge to be alone.I couldn’t take it any longer.I hunkered down in the corner of the living room.No, not that one with the window …Yes.That one.He crouched down, your father said.He shrank little by little, your sister said.Please do...

Water is Life  We all begin, cradled in the water. The storm of our mother’s womb, we, torrential in our desire to be known and know the world, initially seek out of the water. But it is the first home we have ever known how to be in, and the water, no matter how...

I.Walking in the park at 12 on a Sunday, watchingthe trees and people writhinghow could they have risenso early? I nearly droppedmy Cherry Delight ice creamwith blue M&Ms(The tree branches cross-hatchedabove our straw hats hidingus from sorrowful sky us, nakedand...

Artist Statement:I first came across the myth-like story of the infamous “Royal Family of Oudh” in Ellen Barry’s New York Times piece titled the “Jungle Prince of Delhi.” Begum Wilayat Mahal and her two children, Prince Cyrus and Princess Sakina, showed up to the...

i do not expect to touch the sky—SapphoIAphrodite,my once-was friend.your gift seems no blessing.you pull bodies togetherunmindful of the priceto be paid.you showed me a world called We:a universe made just for two. andtrusting, i jumped in completely.only to...

           for 奶奶, in the land of steady hands Upstroke, downbeat, the waves fathomtowards the shallow surface of spring—            hiss      lake foam                 of           thin                  rain                     slicked                        ...