Suede on thick wool socks, flat against a red achilles. I'm sitting with my back against the rest of my hiking group. They're about 50 steps behind me, and I can hear Mom calling my name. I see the desert peaks, blue against the dry, vibrating air. The sky's anything but; I prayed for a gem-encrusted night earlier this morning, but the clouds are rolling in with no intention of slowing. Sunset's in, what, three hours? By the time I'll get to see the sky in her thick, velvet

She reads me my rights. You can vote, you can get a tattoo ( Mom said she’d take a sterilized needle and prick my wrist a few times to prepare me for one), you can adopt a child …   The list ends with silver prongs against porcelain.  My sister conjures a cake. Pale buttercream with mango accents. It's my second choice. I wanted blueberries. Dad said the lavender colored frosting looked disgusting –– “It looks like the worker dragged a finger along the sides to make a spiral

My friend Mac and I were walking through the financial district when he told me that there was a beautiful bookstore right where we were. I was overstimulated by the finance douchebags playing cornhole as the bat-mitzvah DJ (in terms of music choice, not in terms of the age of his audience) wasted his time on bleach blonde white girls who couldn’t care less about his setlist. We walked into the store, and climbed up the staircase into this cozy section that I can only describ

This sickness is brutal. There's a dull throb bouncing between my temples, and a cacophony of cicada song and highway traffic making it...

SIGHT: Rolling fields of green and gold wheat, swaying as the lamb walk in the distance, background mountains lavender against blue...

My bowl is full, but my colon is not; ambrosia can’t seep into a sealed-off stomach.  “Do not forget to eat every last grain of rice,” chides the source of my furrowed brow.  My unclean plate sank my mother into a nostalgic reverie, and her slim white cheeks (so perfectly flat that her face looked fraternal to fried bing zi  -   crispy scallion pancakes) glowed as she veered into a tangent.  “When I was your age, I had to eat and eat until the plate was spotless. Not even the

In the dark green light of an unnamed restaurant, business deals are made over coconut chicken curry.

They could be pink or blue, but regardless, the finale always ends in a scarlet curtain clamor.

A testament to my hatred toward flannel warriors. Old Work from Sophomore year

Platform wedges and jean skirts (short enough to make XXS underwear look like ankle-length gowns) streamline down the digital catwalk as...

My experience with time and her unending apathy

I never expected to wish for deafness at 16. In the whirlwind of Dolby Atmos and Apple Music, there’s nothing louder than the resonating...