The slow approach of summer


Left: Joan Brown: Celeste #3; Right: Elizabeth Bishop: Cabin with Porthole. PC: NY Review of Books.

With reading week and finals on the horizon, we’re beginning to day dream about summer weather and road trips—and since we’re stuck on campus for now, we’ll settle for vicarious travel through the eyes of our favorite writers.

We recently discovered Vela, a magazine chock-full of gorgeous, compelling, thoughtful essays and travelogues written by women, and we can’t stop reading it.

As we start packing up our suitcases for the summer, it’s hard not to think of Joan Didion’s 1979 packing list from The While Album. Or the line,

Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek makes us want to go live in the woods—and reminds us of the beauty and wilderness hidden in familiar places.

Today, We’re Turning 10!


Join us this evening at 7pm in El Table to celebrate the release of our spring issue with sandwiches, birthday cake, and readings from Wellesley students and faculty!

Featured readers will include Megan O’Keefe, Grace Ming, Genevieve Rogers, Sarah White, Chloe Williamson, Emma Page, Susan Meyer, Octavio Gonzalez, Rachel Pak, Emily Frisella, and Moria Johnston.

If you can’t pick up a paper copy, our latest issue will be online soon—and, in the meantime, you can browse the back issues in our archive.

Magnolia Tree—Wellesley College NaPoWriMo

Read Magnolia Tree by Caroline Arnold on the NaPoWriMo blog

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By Caroline Arnold ’16

It took you longer than the others
to bloom,
for the ivory blossoms of your branched arms
to break through the skin.

It took you longer
to open,
to reveal the purple-tinged flowers
that lay hidden inside of you,
the shape of saucers.

If you had been planted alone
you wouldn’t think you were different,

but you watched the others;
the blushing petals spread through the crabapple trees,
you waited quietly
for what you did not know
was already there.

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On being angry and Asian. Also theory. Also Family.—Wellesley College NaPoWriMo

Read On being angry and Asian. Also theory. Also Family. by Lily Luo ’16 on the NaPoWriMo Blog

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By Lily Luo ’16

Inspired by Ozawa vs. United States

When he went up against the Supreme Court they told him in no uncertain terms, you are not one of us/ You do not belong and there is nothing you can do to change that/ It’s something in your blood/ You are an infection that our laws try to inoculate against/ You are an alien that our judicial system has codified.

1991 (read: 48 years after the repeal of the Chinese Exclusion Act) My mother carrying in her belly a child who would grow up dreaming of becoming the head of a nation that not so long ago told her they did not want any of her kind/ She does not yet realize that to be the first also means to be the only one.

My friend told me over lunch, lately she’s been thinking about the effect of history…

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The Banyan Tree in Hawai’i (Or When Your Head and Home are Not Your Home)—Wellesley College NaPoWriMo

Read The Banyan Tree in Hawai’i (Or When Your Head and Home are Not Your Home) by Laura Mayron ’16 on our NaPoWriMo blog

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By Laura Mayron ’16

You ask me of my home.
I tell you 1865, 1873, 1883, 1993
(the mynah bird, the banyan tree,
the mongoose, and me—
all invaders).
I tell you
that when I was little
I lived under a banyan tree
whose roots crept under my house
in search of something old, sleeping,
looking for bones washed clean by salt water.

Every morning, covering that tree
like the tides
the mynah birds
screamed before sunrise,
seizing pieces of light in their beaks
as slowly, lowly,
the beach wore away
against the red walls of my house.

I tell you that it’s been twenty years
and five thousand miles
since the mynah birds came to peck
and weep at my window,
but they’re still here,
beady eyes pressed against the inside
of my forehead,
hissing into the channels of my heart,
a different kind of colonizer.

Even here, waking…

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