image of the surface of dark water with pink ripples

Two Poems by Ananda Lima

As I wait for people / in hazmat suits / I am afraid / of forgetting / but I am more afraid / of remembering


#414 used to think he was destined for the rose fields of Grasse. Musk ratios. Narcotic fumes. Extracting of the absolute. But he never learned French, was the thing.

X-ray image of a skeleton in upward dog pose facing a red rubber ducky.

To Live Forever

It’s easy for people to believe that the paths they chose happen coincidentally to be correct. Nobody scoffs at Methodists like a pastor born to Presbyterians. And it’s the same for professors in the Initiatives. They belittle their competitors because if either program succeeds the other will surely die.


This is my own work. These lab mice died of swollen, broken hearts

letter-sized envelope that has been torn open with red text saying "persoal [sic] for mom" and some arithmetic calculations

Introducing Back of the Envelope

As is often the case, the real insight on the back of the envelope is not in the final result but in reflecting on our assumptions about the systems that surround us—both the systems of nature and also the systems we ourselves have constructed.