I stare at my father. He is still, as if he were frozen by Medusa, trying to un-see her face.
Junior
I saw my father’s penis because today was the first day that he didn’t make it to the bathroom by himself.
Two Poems by Asiya Wadud
Poetry inspired by the alphabet, a sermon, nightmares, and more.
Columbia Professors Share Poetry on Loneliness
What do you read when you’re lonely, and how do writers capture this feeling of loneliness? Columbia University writing professors share memorable poems on loneliness...
Monopoly
Police are the most obvious manifestation of the white supremacist power structures that capitalism has erected around us.
Between Screens: Bedroom-Induced Prose
I always took pride in never writing in bed. My rule was that I could only write once I was dressed, out of the apartment,...
What it Takes
I remember the first time I did it: it was an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, after class. By the end of my seven years in LA,...
The Architecture of Desire
As a general rule, a single person should not live with a couple – it is a recipe for heartbreak – but back in those...
Event Recap: What Makes an Article Exceptional?
Columbia Journal hosted a virtual panel of industry experts to discuss the intricacies of writing, editing and publishing
The Beyond Black & The Carrying: Poems by Lucy Xiaochuan Liu
The Beyond Black* The shutters are closed. I hear the wings of a bird. Is it white, grey, ...
Books About Imperfect Love
We grow up thinking “love” is effortless, or at least I did – that you find someone then you just “know,” and then you trail...
Three “Nomad” Poems Translated from the Portuguese by António Ladeira and Calvin Olsen
Waiting room to Marco Mackaaij Aknowledge of all things (when well organized)fits in the tight space of acranialvault. It’s no small feat(Newton’s mechanicsRiemannian geometry) alladded...