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Category Archives: Washington

Wrinkles

I was once told the way that my eyebrows slope down symbolizes wisdom, but it looks like sadness, which might be the same thing.

How Everything Felt

So much of poetry is naming things.

Adventures in Groceryland

I know which cashier is the fastest, which one is the nicest, and which one packs my reusable grocery bags like her own personal Tetris championship.

Crotchpot

I recently discovered the healthy, frugal, “have my shit together” magic known as a crockpot, specifically, a brown-and-tan, floral relic from my parents’ wedding that in a roundabout Oedipal way, led to the traumatization of my penis.

Postcards from Queer Camp

There’s nothing like bustling down the baking needs aisle with a week’s supply of Oreos yelling out for “Anthill!” to make you realize you’re not currently leading a traditional life.

Nothing Goes as Planned

Last fall, my much-delayed Megabus dropped me off in Chinatown at 2:30 a.m. I had seven percent battery life, four dollars in cash, and no idea how to get to Brooklyn.

La La Life

La La Life

by | Jan 6, 2017

Mia, waitress, wants to be an actor; Sebastian, broke musician, wants to own a jazz club. But La La Land’s biggest tension happens outside the screen: an unspoken, unreferenced standoff between itself and the twenty-first century.

Places I’ll Never Know

Places I’ll Never Know

Lights shine along Seattle’s hills, illuminating all the homes where everyone no one knows eats, sleeps, listens, and loves.

Salt and Undertakings

Salt and Undertakings

I would wear my long underwear for the rest of the day, feeling like a fur trapping Superman throughout econ, band, English, and calculus.

A Song Sadder Than It Used To Be

A Song Sadder Than It Used To Be

What could have been? What would have been, always debated. Again and again, the future and now, and tears, but only hers.