Wrote a Poem About Fire and My Boss Saw
Notebook open at the cafe. My boss walked by. Saw the line about the world burning. Awkward small talk. Poetry is not HR friendly. I kept writing anyway. Twe...
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The Supplemental Essay Word Limit Is Violence
Why us essay: 150 words. How do I explain wanting a library, a lab, and a city big enough to get lost in? I cannot. So I wrote about one museum visit and hop...
The Poem I Deleted From Instagram
I posted a poem at 2 a.m. and deleted it by breakfast. Not because it was bad. Because it was too true, and three people I know in real life had already seen...
My Advisor Said the Frame Is the Argument
Draft chapter due Friday. My advisor returned it with one note: you are describing the strike but not naming who benefits from the confusion. Brutal. Correct...
My Counselor Asked Which Version of Me Is Applying
My college counselor asked me to pick a through-line for my essays. Immigrant daughter. STEM girl. Debate kid. Artist who quit. I have been all of them in th...
Every Version Feels Like a Costume
On the impossible task of writing a college essay when every version of yourself feels like a performance — and where the real voice hides.
The Lake Remembers: On Fragments and the Fear of Finishing
An essay on poetic fragments, the fear of finishing creative work, and whether an abandoned opening line is failure or a form of honesty.