The streets were barren at 3:00 a.m. Up and down the main drag, the bars had all let out. She meandered in a sleepy stupor, bags beneath her eyes slipping off her cheeks. One could say she presented drunkenness.
After the Bars Let Out Read More »
Dad is black
Black as tar
And then some more
He’s not a slave
But who can tell for sure
Cause he’s black
Sometimes blacker
Than a moonless night
“That’s seven. And eight,” I said. “Two in a row!” “The next stop is a few miles,” my father said. I was no longer a child, but I felt like one on that drive.
I don’t think I’ve ever bought Jamaica flowers on my own. I always take some from home, the bright buds clinging to a plastic bag. As a kid, I didn’t even know the small, red pieces came from a flower. It was in the kitchen, nestled amidst spices, so it was more like an ingredient
Isabel sat down in her favorite chair, its back leg all wobbly. A bit of coffee spilled. She sipped off the saucer and sat super still, engrossed in The Guiding Light. Today she’d find out who is the father of Kathy’s baby. When her daughters’ voices drifted out of their bedroom and down the hall,
What Do You Know About Love? Read More »
In the stranger’s basement bedroom, I awoke, facing a staircase that had pale blue lights illuminating the bottom of each step. The bedroom had no windows to indicate the time and my phone was upstairs. The stranger was still asleep, with his back to me, and enough space between us to fit another person. I
Statue of NFL Hall of Fame inductee Jim Brown (Photo courtesy of the author). There are some sports moments so instantly iconic—feats of athleticism that change the trajectory of a game or a series or an entire season—that they take their rightful place in history under a single proper noun. The Drive. The Fumble. The
Craft Lessons from Cleveland: How Browns Fandom Prepared Me for the Writing Life Read More »
grocery shopping/i am distraught death is not at all in opposition to life i went grocery shopping and i needed to buy an apple not to eat to buy an apple because this is an example of an idea i had when i was grocery shopping to buy an apple but just because i was
“grocery shopping/i am distraught” & “vermont” Read More »
Statement from the artist on the piece: Queer, feminine, chicanx, womxn, are all categories that are supposed to be my identity but are unstable and their meanings change as I move across time and space. I use make-up to explore identity in its ephemerality and precarious nature. While make-up for me, is a self-care ritual
Oh master of two worlds The crescent moon has pulled your light on like shelter. Reclined now, I ask questions like: why, and is the sky really your home, and what if you had never made anyone at all. Today they wake us with the night still in full swing. We
“Oh master of two worlds” & others Read More »
