Author: Brooklyn Chillemi
-
Essay: My Frog
I consider myself a “compulsive truth-teller.” Ultimately, I see this as a good thing, but it’s also not without its negative consequences — for example, it has granted me an extremely queasy stomach. Every time I go to lie, or even a half-lie, or just anything that isn’t the entire, full truth as best as I…
-
Essay: Considering Our Bodies
Something is up with this mirror. My skin doesn’t usually look this glowy — it’s normally paler than printer paper. I furrow my eyebrows, and the prettier version of me in the mirror furrows her eyebrows back. I crawl onto the edge of the marble sink to take a closer look, running my fingers alongside…
-
Poetry: I Envy Eve
when i’m not careful,i catch myself in the mirrorgreen as her fig leaves vying to know someonewith a lower abdomen pain:not quite heartache,not quite a broken heart,but quite a rib-shaped hole. it fitsonemade for a partner already found
-
Poetry: Snowflake
the term: beingsoftsensitivesmallgently, gracefully, they fallperfect and uniqueyet not often considered isafter they melt,not seen, but feltthey rise again, complete