Post- Magazine
solo traveling advice for the wandering soul [lifestyle]
By Tiffany Kuo | November 1Traveling alone is so over-romanticized. Instagram travel bloggers tell stories about the charming men they meet in Italy, the wondrous views from the mountains of Peru, and the endless adventures to be found in the streets of New York—not about the pickpocket in the Milan metro who stole your phone, ...
slouch couch [lifestyle]
By Sean Toomey | November 1As we once again approach the great ouroboros of pant width and shoulder padding—the kids are trending wide—I am beginning to notice an aesthetic rumbling up from the edge of retrospective fashion: Everyone is dressing like it's the ’90s. Call it fashion, call it Instagram mood board accounts ...
rippling [A&C]
By Ana Vissicchio | November 1The trumpeter swan pokes his nose through the water’s surface. Staring back at him, a wavering mirror radiates from his small, pointed beak. As he takes one step in, ripples ricochet from his thin legs to the tip of the shore. He delicately situates himself on top of the surface, admiring the dancing ...
me, myself, and i do [narrative]
By Ellie Jurmann | November 1I am single, and I am married. While seemingly paradoxical, both of these things are true. There is no husband, nor a spouse to whom I am married. I alone comprise the happy couple.
haunted grounds [narrative]
By Liza Kolbasov | October 26I found out recently that my favorite coffee shop in Providence will be closing in less than two weeks. This is both heartbreaking and, in some ways, strangely fitting.
recording scriptures of glory [narrative]
By Nélari Figueroa Torres | October 26Glory to the words once rehearsed and the feelings once known
liebestraum and loss [feature]
By Sydney Pearson | October 25O lieb, solang du lieben kannst!
even where the grass grows over [A&C]
By Sarah Kim | October 25Every year, the tulips on my front lawn grow. Even after we cut down the small, short tree with the hanging arms of leaves you could climb underneath, and even after we covered the dirt where Grandma used to sit with us on Sundays to plant flowers (small pink and orange garden-ready ones and tulips, ...
america's sweetheart [A&C]
By Sofie Zeruto | October 25The year was 2008. I still remember the golden glow of Taylor Swift’s Fearless gleaming on the rack like a homing beacon for little girls across the country as I strolled through the Target CD aisle with my mom. “Love Story” was a smash hit on the radio, a song we both already knew and loved. ...
a beginner’s guide to running in providence [lifestyle]
By Indigo Mudbhary | October 25As a first-year from across the country, I had no idea where to begin running. I knew I couldn’t run through campus—people looking at me? Being perceived? Absolutely not. But I had just gotten here and knew nothing about the city of Providence, aside from the fact that there once was a mayor who ...
which dining hall i think you eat at based on your red flags [lifestyle]
By Raima Islam | October 25My first two years at Brown have been characterized by late-night Jo’s runs and painfully long lines for a Saturday-morning Andrews burrito bowl. As much as I cherished those days, I don’t really miss stomachaches from suspicious macaroni and cheese or flavorless chicken (no shade though—I love ...
how to be a girl [A&C]
By Olivia Cohen | October 18Little girls' brains are sticky as flytraps. When you're young, every facial expression you see, every word you read, and the smallest fragments of information all collect in the back of your brain. These details combine to form a kaleidoscope of beliefs that color everything around you, distorting ...
senior anxieties [narrative]
By Jeanine Kim | October 18I am jealous of every single first-year. It’s a sad truth, but an honest one nonetheless. Sitting in an English seminar, populated by everyone from grad students to seventeen-year-old first-years, the range of ages jumps out, refusing to be subdued by the equalizing experience of the classroom. Despite ...
ode to the crossword [A&C]
By Samiha Kazi | October 18Pieces of praise. Type of poem. Flattering lines. Homage in verse. Ode!
the shape of love [lifestyle]
By Daphne Cao | October 18To love is a beautiful ability. To hold another person’s life as more precious than your own, to stir at night remembering the warmth of their touch: there’s little in life we value more.
speaking in tongues [feature]
By Audrey Wijono | October 18After hundreds of years of disruption, displacement, and colonial violence in Indonesia, I’m learning Dutch. Rudimentary, garbled Dutch, but Dutch nonetheless.