Love and Its Representations in Literature
In my very first college English lit class, the teacher asked us to write a poem on sexuality, and I wrote a limerick about a turtle. It was the only thing I could think of that rhymed with fertile. Of…
In my very first college English lit class, the teacher asked us to write a poem on sexuality, and I wrote a limerick about a turtle. It was the only thing I could think of that rhymed with fertile. Of…
I’ve felt off all week: anxious, unfocused, incapable of selecting the blue or pink eye shadow, fussing with my hair to the point where I have to wet it, gel it and try again. Most horrific, I lost my appetite….