Valerie CheninILLUMINATIONModern Life is Constant MigraModern life is constant migration; I am homeless. A stranger to the stiff dirt on which I stand, twelve hours away from the streets back…Jan 20, 2023Jan 20, 2023
Valerie ChenBadminton Tournament / creative writing proseShe stands up, unlatches the cubicle door, and listens to its usual squeak. Her thigh still hurts from tumbling earlier onto the wooden…Jan 20, 2023Jan 20, 2023
Valerie ChenLakefront /a nonfiction proseGentle tides coming from the waters afar. As they fall, short-lived white blossoms sprout into themselves. Far away, the same crystals…Jan 20, 2023Jan 20, 2023
Valerie ChenI spilled ground coffee on the carpet. It’s the third time I stepped on it.Nov 9, 2022Nov 9, 2022
Valerie ChenEyelidsOn breaking up at 18 — When I was a child /I took ballet lessons / I stretched my legs / against the wall / It was painful. /Jun 11, 20222Jun 11, 20222
Valerie ChenOn Past, Exploration, and SolitudeFor my Chinese final exam, I wrote prose on the topic of “独,” or solitude. 独 refers to the state of being alone, whether physically or…May 23, 2022May 23, 2022
Valerie ChenReminds me of Dostoevsky's Notes From Underground ;) The narrator commented that groaning with a…May 23, 2022May 23, 2022