Power evades me There is a cup of black coffee on the long wooden table, tepid in the air-conditioned kitchen of my house. I have
My mother, during a lengthy dinner at a new place in Midtown, told me that one of her clients has a really nice smile. She
I’m feeling unexpectedly sad here at Carl Schurz Park. We’re sitting on benches in front of the railing. The water’s fins are poking up and
They had been there for five days—two weeks after Mr. Price had died—before the cat turned up. Alice found it first, dozing on the porch
He took the desk next to me wearing lumpy sweater, stream-of-consciousness confidence. My jet-lagged brain coiled, laughing to the metronome of practiced performance. The
I have learned work over thousands of years, across miles of seawater, from Yokohama farmers and Shikoku fishermen, Tokyo rickshaw pullers-turned powerful lawyers, artists and
The ocean gave birth to me. I once stood with my mother looking out at the fjord she used to wake up to everyday. She
before there were rooms there was no Here or There no spacial frame of referent to section off all of the places we could not
The cold winter wind blows through the crack in the kitchen window as I stand over the sink, watching the snow fall into place on
The thick slab of window muffles the outside sounds. In the back, the kitchen produces an orchestra of clanking equipment set to life by rushing
When my momma says body, I think of eyes. I think of how she told me to keep myself covered, to keep eyes off of
the first time i came back after moving out, ma was devastated that we no longer bled at the same time. we bled together for
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