the last time you went to new york after the final fight, he goes to the corner store for bagels and some peace of mind, and you lock yourself in the bathroom, call your mother, tell her that everything is over. she murmurs sympathetically, says something about fish in the sea which you mishear… Continue reading Poem: “the last time you went to New York”
For Spencer another mother tongue 1. In Taiwan, Spencer and I walk to 7-11 in the rain. he is five and I am twelve, and at this age, 200 NT to us is a fortune, a lifetime supply of chips and snacks. We flip flop slap our way into the store, Fill our damp arms… Continue reading Poem: “another mother tongue”
I, Juliana Chang, do not want to be a writer. I recognize the irony of expressing this sentiment through a blog post. But anyway. Writing has been the central core of my identity for a very, very long time. This held true in the activities I participated in at school, the classes I chose, the ways I spent my free time, the way I built and tore down my own self esteem, the way I described myself on Tinder, and everything else in between.
Psoriasis is a CHRONIC AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE, which is to say the body cannot recognize which cells are part of the body and which are not. In a healthy body, the immune system turns on when it detects foreign and unwanted cells, such as viruses or germs from cuts and scrapes, moving quickly to eliminate them… Continue reading Foreign Bodies