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Boroughing: Shapes of My Heart
By Stephanie Goldstein Our names sound different. Speaking the God-gurgling syllables In our baby-fat calves And tender, roasting ears. Committed to orthodoxy Down...
Boroughing: Into My Mind
By Jacob Snider Recently I have been obsessed with the mannerisms of human beings—the way we speak and talk, and also…the way we walk. This fall, in New York...
Boroughing: Borough Park: Intimacy and Alienation
The girls at the table across from me are sleek and blue like young police officers, brass accents flashing with every shift of the light, but their eyes do not...
Boroughing: storied pomp of bar basement pagans
the devil took him and him and me to this sea of graffitied misery where the walls are cracking under the weight of all the fists and tears, where white stripes...
Olfactory Education
My journey to Lonestar Memories was long. It all started because my relationship with my nose had haunted me for years. When I was fourteen at summer camp, a Spanish...
Poem of Missed Connections
DALTON LABARGE, CC ‘12, is an Anthropology major. He can be reached at dtl2113@columbia.edu.
Boroughing: Ode to NYC
If I were going to write a poem about you, New York, I’d write about your goddamn $10 credit card minimums, about the five o’clock in the afternoon sunlight...
Boroughing: Riding Buses with Strangers
In the summer the days were hot and the city felt different because it was filled with tourists. The pace of life seemed to change; it felt emptier. People walked...
Boroughing: Onassis Reservoir
I take Davy by the eyes down to the city reservoir. A follow over the past: a lawn, yawn range, yawns backs. On the north side I tell him there are many stories from...
Boroughing: Seder at the Coops
At dusk the corridors of “The Coops” filled with ironworkers returning from the factory and children bustling from apartment to apartment where arguments over...