I saw you yesterday across the road, walking
Up the staircase, under the architraves, towards Minerva
And her temple of turning cogs. All I could discern
Was the curve of your shoulders, but though the rain was falling,
The fog thick, I knew it was you by the way the air
Parted for your stride. My friend dropped her ice cream and asked why
We mourn what we never really had. I could not reply,
Thinking how there were surely gems of raindrops in your hair,
Wondering if you might hear my voice above the traffic roar,
If you’d know the shape of my mouth, the cadence of my shout,
Or if to you I’d be a silent, nameless face in the crowd.
The strawberry ice cream, like crossed paths on the shore,
Washed away with the water. You, I’ll have to do without.
The cars and rain are clamoring anyway, and my voice is not that loud.
Written April 28, 2018.
Parameters: loose Petrarchan sonnet
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While I was reading, in the purple pen with which you wrote your letter, I could hear your laughing voice, and more.
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On a dark street, sleeping eyes were made to open by your innocent humming.
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The constellations were covered by the smoke
Of your cigar, and as I squinted at Cygnus,
“What’s so amazing about stars,” you spoke,
“That keeps us gazing at night?” For Polaris
We chase no more down the banks of River Tuul,
And we’ve never understood the astronomer’s charts.
But someone once said, “Make a wish and you’ll
Be answered.” So lovers and thinkers sat in parks
In Lisbon and Kyoto watching swans
Glide on long pearled lake lights and thought
How gold and clear the sky shines at dawn
And constellations connect more than just the dots.
That might be why – When we part to places new
I know we’ll keep on stargazing then too.
Written December 31, 2018.
Parameters: Shakespearean sonnet, memories of this past year
I’m very sad, for today I’ll be leaving Ulaanbaatar.
At the UB Post, I wrote an article on my first impressions of Mongolia for my internship. For that article, I concentrated on my overall experience and addressed it from the a racial perspective. However, I didn’t address many other things that shaped my experience here, such as the people, the food, and outside trips/locations. There was a lot of good and admittedly there was some bad, but overall this has been such an empowering experience that has helped me grow and flourish in unimaginable ways. Thank you so much to everyone who helped make this happen again – you guys are amazing! Here are some highlights of my trip that I feel were key in making the experience what it was.
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Semi-fictional piece on friendships that build and break and haunt you with regret.
Once upon a time, I thought I had a best friend. As I’ve grown older my mind has gotten weaker, and I’ve allowed myself to forget the location of every wrinkle on her face and the exact pitch of her voice when she asks a question. But even though my memory is no longer pristine, I still can trace the bridge of her nose, and I still hear echoes of her voice.
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