Wednesday, April 1, 2020 - 8:56pm
Courtesy of Maya Mokh

“Either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing.” A friend gifted me a brown leather journal with this quote on the cover in eighth grade. Today, I am left with a large collection of journals accumulated over the years, halfway filled with week-long, month-long, sometimes year-long intervals in between. Mirroring this is the stack of books on my bookshelf, sadly abandoned and promised a return. In my defense, I do think my memories were worth writing down— they just got lost in the promise of tomorrow.


Wednesday, March 25, 2020 - 6:49pm

i painstakingly paint my nails every week last 

week it was bubblegum blue. from up close


they must look so trite and clumsy. i need to stop

biting them, but blood from my fingertips


tastes sweeter than from anywhere else. 

i know this, i don’t know why. sometimes


Wednesday, January 29, 2020 - 7:40pm
We're Not Really Strangers card game

This past weekend, I played a game called “We’re Not Really Strangers.” For those who are unfamiliar, WNRS is a card game to help develop and strengthen relationships in your life. There are three levels to this game, each level consisting of a deck of cards with curated questions that you would not typically ask someone. These questions forced an inevitable vulnerability upon me, allowing me to reflect on parts of my life that I had grown away from and enabled me to empathize with people in my life on levels that were previously unavailable to me.