JulieLeung.com: a life told in tidepools

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. —last line of James Joyce’s story The Dead In Where do people die, and who finds the bodies? Lisa Williams wrote: During the dinner […]

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Sun shining. Radio playing loud. Vivaldi and Tchaikovsky. Triangles of light break through the windows. Shards shattering our winter lethargy. Abigail, wearing roses and violets, prances and turns to the music. She lifts up her arms as if to declare victory. She stops her dance to say it has happened: Spring has come.

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I hold the bowl in my hand. It is clay glazed the color of sand. It feels heavy but the walls are light: thin curves. More graceful than any one I ever made on the wheel. I don’t know what happened to the family who gave it to us. We used to go for walks […]

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I find myself wondering why I am so ambivalent at times. This student essay Upward Mobility by Cristina Rodriguez-Hart from the Brown Alumni Monthly seems to capture some of that sense: As the end of my senior year approaches, I’m more confused and fearful than ever. Now that I’ve had four years at Brown, everyone’s […]

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you left me again with your infidelity can’t comprehend why won’t you stay with me no way to find comfort this time tortures long an iron maiden made from flannel and down I can’t last long alone I’m dreading sunrise I’ll come undone I’ll let go my mind they’ll find me stumbling through streets calling […]

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