Category Archives: Week 1: Shell of the Cicada

Walking home late at night emotionally tattered by an emergence of a past relationship and stood up by a friend who offered comfort. frozen flesh the long walk home alone Very numb this week. I think the relevancy outweighs the … Continue reading →

This weekend of the snow blizzard, I was studying in the lounge of West Hall, in front of a window looking to the Academic Quad and listening an old playlist when the chorus of a new song started playing.. wind … Continue reading →

By Nina Watts On Saturday after the storm, I looked out my window and saw wind blowing snow flurries around. Flurries of snow swirl past my window and glitter in the setting sun This week we discussed how success and … Continue reading →

I was sitting in the library, peering out the window, when I watched in amusement a squirrel jumping from one tree to another. Scurrying off the high branch The squirrel in air Landing just barely I find it so interesting … Continue reading →

By Nina Watts Sitting at my desk in my room, I looked out the window. Outside my window Countless snowflakes slowly fall And vanish from my sight The topic that most grabbed my attention this week was the relationship between … Continue reading →

I was riding the train to my internship on Friday morning when I crossed over the Charles River and saw the Boston skyline.   Winter’s water Buildings alongside the river Through the train’s windows I am interested to find out … Continue reading →

The other night I was walking by the football field late at night and saw the snowfall blowing in front of the field lights.   Flurries cascading Against stadium lights Welcome the night’s silence   We began our discussion of … Continue reading →

Name: Min Zhong On my way home, snow fell on my palm and vanished. Blue clear night, White crystal snow, Vanished without a trace In the first week of class, professor Inouye showed us a haiku example written by a … Continue reading →

Name: Ge Cui Class:[JPN061] Intro Japanese Culture Professor: Charles Inouye Week 1: The secret of Winter I was walking to Cohen Auditorium at 9 in the January morning when my breath steamed in the air and soon vanished.     … Continue reading →

Crossing the Charles River Friday evening on the Red Line. City lights – Shadows reflecting The frosty river.                       How is it that evanescence and form – two seemingly opposite … Continue reading →