• claribel wu

    Women can hold up half the sky

    Translating Chinese Feminism

    April 20, 2017
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    I am fourteen years old, and I am visiting China for the first time in twelve years. A murky yellow light floods the train car, and I step gingerly down the narrow walkway, contorting my body to avoid the occasional jutted elbow. The train speeds through the countryside, and each time it dips into a […]

    How to Quiet Your Mind

    “be gentle with yourself”

    April 20, 2017
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      Do you feel trapped within yourself? Are these thoughts / feelings racing through your head: I am incompetent, I can’t do it, I want to give up, my heart is beating so fast, it feels like I’m breathing through a straw that is getting smaller and smaller with every breath, it feels like my […]

    The Misprint Multiverse

    the rythme I went throat shopping

    March 16, 2017
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    Inspired by Brenda Miller’s “Typos,” a piece that explores the alternate realities that live in our misspellings and misunderstandings.   “God donut.” Do you know about the origin of donuts? (Cue: “I donut.”) They are the fallen halos of gods and angels and holy aliens, doughy rings of divinity that tumble through dimensions, passing through […]

    The Essential Chore

    the disciplined pursuit of less

    March 9, 2017
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    The floor is a sprawling desert of sentimentality, perfumed with the gentle smell of storage. Monumental walls of clothing emerge like remnants from a forgotten era, and pillars of archived birthday cards tilt precariously as items increasingly surface from the dusty depths of some wayward drawer. This is the site of an excavation, spearheaded by […]


    where thoughts go to rest

    November 3, 2016
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    “I’d like to imagine that somewhere, somehow, there is a huge warehouse full of hypotheticals—inventions that never came to fruition, solutions that were never tested, and interesting thoughts that were eventually forgotten,” Lin said. As usual, she clutched a greasy bag of Auntie Anne’s pretzel bits, intermittently eating a few in between sentences. Lin and […]