When I notice someone, Mr. Yoshiba in this case, from a distance, I do what I always do. I feign poor eyesight.
The Esperanza was doomed. The generation ship moaned as it tore apart module by module, plate by plate.
The eyeless children appeared outside my cottage at midnight, blowing bubbles through their wands, bubbles that reflected moonlight...
Space is loud, crowded with the teeth grinding of radio galaxies, the whine of accretion disks spinning dust into strings.
1.8 billion miles from the sun, my roots dig deep into the soil of a small garden.
The first time our eyes met, I wanted to put them in my mouth.
Inspired by the James Baldwin portrait
“Keep up, Williams,” Ermine said. “Our window is small, and the stakes are high.”
He looked...
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I was six years old when my grandmother took me to a conclave of ìrókò trees.
Màámi had passed away the night before, after...
When the echo of other hoof beats fades away, I dismount.
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