Category: Prose

Summer, 2011

By Darius Cowan, Managing Editor This is a piece about when summer actually felt like summer instead of whatever this is. This weird period of Zoom meetings and cancelled plans, and staring at the same walls every day. When the black boy with the brown eyes and leaves in his hair and face splattered with…
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The Return to Journaling

By Grace Brady, Head of Recruitment Like hordes of introspective individuals before me, I decided to buy myself a journal for quarantine. I have always held journal-writers in high regard. I imagined them gripping a mug of imported chamomile tea and flourishing a fountain pen with the gusto of an enlightened up-and-coming. There they’d sit,…
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The Vanderbilt Review 2020/21