Category: Berkeley

June drew by, warm days I ran through like the backfields. When the cicadas started to sing, school paused for summer recess, letting their cacophony overwhelm. I had nothing to do during the long, summer days but ride my bike and hope that my father came home for dinner. One afternoon, my friend Jackson took…

I have a choice: I can let it rot, or I can face it.  This is me facing it.

Careful, don’t slip on it. Don’t look too close. Don’t fall in.

It will be four years later. You will be walking down a tree-lined street after a day of classes, dappled sunlight shining softly through a layer of swaying branches, all lilting and turning and twisting in the breeze. There’s a good chance you will be deeply content, breathing in a lungful of fall air that…

I’m a computer, comprised of a series of zeroes and ones that code for the woman I am. The zeroes dot my big brown eyes and the ones outline my calculated, feminine form. I was made in a dank, machismo lab by a mad scientist. No, in a field of daisies by a woman named…

peel myself off pale, clinging sheets, lethargy pooling under my eyes, dark side of the moon hugging waterline, readying for frosted floorboard’s touch on mine.

Summer’s warm smile has faded under the clouds, and I’m watching the leaves glow as they float down from the trees’ arms. I begin to feel autumn’s cold breezes tickle my back as I fall to bed, and I regret complaining about August’s nocturnal heat. An entire life spent inside an oven couldn’t prepare me…

Beneath the angry, red lesions, beyond the reach of my fingertips, I believe there is skin as smooth as glass.

He posed the question innocently: “Isabella, what do you know about marijuana?” 

C. Was it worth it?