
This was from when I was testing out fashion, and concepts for a short-haired simon. I like the robe and sleeveless top, but I decided it’s too impractical (both to wear and draw) and a departure from his usual silhouette.

This was from when I was testing out fashion, and concepts for a short-haired simon. I like the robe and sleeveless top, but I decided it’s too impractical (both to wear and draw) and a departure from his usual silhouette.
Hello! The past few weeks have been full of traveling for me, so this spread was drawn in the car. It’s a synthesis of some of the most notable changes and symbols that I associate with the month of October: falling leaves, warmer clothes, pumpkin spice lattes (although I’ve never actually had one .ᴖ.), wool hats, digital cameras/retro technology, and pumpkin carving! Dressing in layers and wearing puffy coats is one of my favorite parts of this time of year, and I’m really enjoying meandering through campus as the leaves change and fall.

Hello! The past few weeks have been full of traveling for me, so this spread was drawn in the car. It’s a synthesis of some of the most notable changes and symbols that I associate with the month of October: falling leaves, warmer clothes, pumpkin spice lattes (although I’ve never actually had one .ᴖ.), wool hats, and pumpkin carving! Dressing in layers and wearing puffy coats is one of my favorite parts of this time of year, and I’m really enjoying meandering through campus as the leaves change and fall.



PIRATE SHIP FACT: Captains and higher-ranking members had private sleeping quarters, while common sailors slept in one room.
Friday, October 9th – 2:30 a.m.
The CLC was intended to be a space for community learning, so it was aptly named the “Community Learning Center” of Bursley. Yet, sometime around 12 a.m., the room transforms into what is essentially a medieval tavern. The congregation of computers, whiteboards, and comfy seating flips on its head to reveal the conversations waiting to be verbalized by those who were “studying.” Regardless of the assignments untouched and the essays left not started, laptops become cold to the touch as yapping and DoorDash orders commence. In this setting, after that time, is where Jada shared her story.
As an international student from Trinidad, Jada is one of three students she knew from her country to have gone to Michigan (and one of two Jada Smiths, a name she told me raises eyebrows in a “post-slap” society). During her college application process, even her counselor was unsure on how to help her apply internationally, forcing her on a journey paved by her own volition. As a result, Jada is a person of infinite professions. She truly is a Michigan “Barbie.”
Once the clock strikes twelve, the CLC partially turns into a gymnasium. It starts with a simple “hey dude can you do a cartwheel” and then ten seconds later everyone is trying to do backbends around the computers. In our lounging conversation, gymnastics came up as one of Jada’s activities from back home. She casually dropped that she was a gymnast and children’s instructor back in Trinidad, and that she could do a backflip. Obviously, I collectively rallied for a demonstration, but she said the ceilings were too low. So instead, with true showmanship, she did an aerial (an insane cartwheel with no hands). Meera (another Bursley Bucaneer) took a video that I’ve linked above.
On the theme of showmanship, Jada also included that she was a NATIONAL radio show host in Trinidad for a teens’ station. She would play music, take calls, and post her broadcasts on her Instagram, which went out across the Island. Through her Instagram reels, she showed videos of her breaking it down in the station while wearing the sickest outfits. Imagine yourself in her shoes; the second the microphone light goes red, you’re live in front of your country. However, if anyone is bound to establish a lack of personal pressure from that situation, it’s Jada.
Her expansive resume is only the tip of the iceberg. Here at Michigan, Jada is studying mechanical engineering. Considering every conversation freshman year starts with someone’s major, it was one of the only things I knew about her before our CLC chat. She studies hard, flips high, and radio-hosts (custom verb) powerfully.
In this blog series, I plan on giving each Bursley pirate ship member a nickname that attempts to encapsulate their story. Completely in character, Jada just happened to be wearing a Barbie sweatshirt that early, early Friday morning.
Whether Jada becomes a mechanical engineer, or a gymnast with a radio station about the field of mechanical engineering, I can’t wait to see what step Bursley’s “Barbie” takes next.
Yours sincerely,
Captain Singh
(NOTE: This author is not in any legitimate position of power. They just smugly decided to call themselves the “Captain,” apologies).
Joy is, in itself, a worthy cause
But even it needs to be created
We are told that our feelings are somehow superfluous
Not real
Yet they can be altered
Changed
By outside forces
You tell me that this strange spirit on the stage isn’t real
Yet I see
The body move, gesture
Breathe
And is something in me not changed in seeing it?
Bodies moving
With each other, and not
Gesture
Breath
Voice
Move into the light
And that’s already a change.
Move downstage
Change
Ensemble in formation
Grasp onto another
Change
Lament
The gaze moves
Change
Meet an audience member’s eyes
And they are changed
A tear
Change
A laugh
A moment to the next
Draw breath
Maybe the soul on the page has never lived
Or maybe they’ve lived and then moved on
But now they breathe again
Exhale
Once I was you
Someday you will be me.
Are you angry yet?
Sad?
Joyful?
Relieved?
Have you yet been changed?
You will be.
Step into the light
Draw breath
Fill the body
Wake up the spirits
Don’t tell me magick isn’t real
This space is charged with light
Buzzing
Every body overfilled with life
And you are a story made flesh
Move, speak your spells right now
There are even witnesses
Invite them in
Mistakes are easily forgiven
Only one thing really matters:
Conjure.
Sleep Paralysis
Waking became worse than dreaming
of guilt and endless rooms
familiar and upside down
bottomless pits on the ceiling
falling upwards
to breathe but not move
words like mercury in the throat
dispel panic through fluttering eyelids
know there is no sense in fighting
a prison of the mind
as limbs stiffen hard
at the sight
perched on the bed
with angel wings
borne of kerosene
headlights for teeth
gnashing at the stillness
beneath tight sheets
A cherry pit soul
screams freedom
