Author: Allison Mak
-
Philomela
at night, i dream of Philomela
-
Icarus,
and even icarus could not understand how it burns to be a woman.
-
mold
there is mold in my bathroom.
-
no Woman no Cry
god forbid.
-
grief
house parties with strangers, jokes around the pool table, drinking beer as we play cards.
-
characterization of love
looking at you makes me feel as if i have finally ascended. suddenly, i am all-knowing. contradictions are rectified and questions are answered by the simplicity of your soft breaths.
-
A Philosopher and Her Stupid Fat Cat
i arrive home. the lock to my condo jams and i spend a few seconds shimmying my key aggressively. as i do so, i can hear incessant meowing from the other side of the door before it finally clicks open. my cat is waiting in the hallway for me as he always does. the moment…
-
Untitled
alloe mak ive always thought of us as a sort of impossible solar system in which each of us is simultaneously a sun and a planet; endlessly and helplessly orbiting each other. sometimes, when i eat next to you at lunch, sit next to you in the classroom, lay next to you in bed, watch…
-
Don’t Show Up at Your Favourite Streamers House: How Live Streaming Services Are a Brewing Ground for Parasocial Relationships
For as long as there have been celebrities, people have formed intense attachments to them and their lives.
-
Kill Your Kids! Just Kidding, But Only a Little.
I hate kids. I hope I never have kids. My hatred for children is so intense that only a few months ago, I was voted as “most likely to name their child Gilgamesh out of spite.” However, my distaste for children goes further than my dislike for their blameless stupidity and high maintenance. I pity…