By Makda Assefa ’26 The world is a daunting place, they said, Rough, With edges that will poke and prod, Prick you, until blood is drawn. Hold your head up high, they said, Neck strained, eyes straight, Gaze fixed, Fixated on this world, This imperfect world where I am but a woman. I see this…
By Makda Assefa ’26 I read through my old journal today. Ancient emotions spilled across pages reserved for just one set of eyes. Don’t they say time heals? I think time spreads. Spreads life across months, weeks, days, Spreads experiences across a novel’s worth of memories. Moments captured, trapped, in ink, On these pages. Pages…