• danielle emerson

    coffee grounds

    comfort against the cold and other biting sensations

    March 25, 2021
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    The sound: a soft gurgle, a sharp hiss, followed by a steady pit-pat, like rain from a spout. The smell: dark and bitter, yet warm against my nose—second only to the taste, which bites when black and dances when there’s cream.  It’s difficult to pinpoint my first experience with coffee. It might’ve been when I […]

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    reanimating my love for anime

    February 25, 2021
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    It’s blue. A bit darker than “Facebook blue” and nowhere near as light as “Twitter blue.” The icon isn’t that memorable. Blue and white—points for simplicity. The cellphone app didn’t exist then. But even now, no one actually downloads and uses the app. The website works best on a computer. Honestly, the site hasn’t changed […]

    the cupboard of memories

    (v)olumes, (h)indsight, (s)entimentality

    November 5, 2020
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    In the middle of the night, while staring at my dorm room ceiling, I suddenly remembered Digimon. And no—before you ask—I don’t consider it a Pokémon knock-off. Though, like Pokémon, it does hold nostalgic value. Back in elementary school, my grandmother had an old TV and VHS set. She kept all of her VHSes in […]

    shiprock fair memories

    stories from the fairground

    October 15, 2020
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    Everyone looked forward to the first weekend of October. Shiprock, New Mexico hosts the Northern Navajo Nation Fair in celebration of the Navajo New Year—Ghaají—and the fall harvest. The fair consists of multiple Navajo food stands, livestock shows, an open rodeo, fair rides, an “Indian Market,” where Native/Indigenous artists sell their crafts and artwork, a […]

    falling (back) into fanfiction

    finding comfort in familiar (fictional) friends

    October 1, 2020
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    “In the mirror—what do you see?” “What am I supposed to be seeing, Potter? It’s a mirror.” “You mean, you don’t—”  Draco took a few steps back to observe the mirror at a comfortable distance. He couldn’t see anything beyond his own irritated expression and huffed in frustration. “I see what I should be seeing,” […]