Apex Magazine
Dream-weaver, pain-cleaver We’re on a brown raffia mata in my room. The sound and rhythm from Mama’s throat beg me to return to myself, to not let the pain lure...
A Tapestry of Dreams
Dream-weaver, pain-cleaver We’re on a brown raffia mata in my room. The sound and rhythm from Mama’s throat beg me to return to myself, to not let the pain lure...
I press against the mass of women to hold my place in line. Sharp elbows and quick feet, we've abandoned the lessons about order and taking turns we drill into...
And Someone Has To Do It
I press against the mass of women to hold my place in line. Sharp elbows and quick feet, we've abandoned the lessons about order and taking turns we drill into...
SATURDAY, 1 JULY 2147 My dearest Willow, What I have to say is stranger than the fiction I was angling to write. The book I was writing is going nowhere,...
Kizimbani
SATURDAY, 1 JULY 2147 My dearest Willow, What I have to say is stranger than the fiction I was angling to write. The book I was writing is going nowhere,...
The two newer adjuncts are sharing their teaching dreams. I look up, smile, and go back to my notebook, pretending I am writing something important. It’s not that I haven’t...
Auxiliary, Supplementary, Inessential
The two newer adjuncts are sharing their teaching dreams. I look up, smile, and go back to my notebook, pretending I am writing something important. It’s not that I haven’t...
Our tattoos find each other. My black snake slithers off my shoulder and curls itself around his dragon. “This yours?” he says, holding out his arm where the two tattoos...
Intertwined
Our tattoos find each other. My black snake slithers off my shoulder and curls itself around his dragon. “This yours?” he says, holding out his arm where the two tattoos...
The Embark Center was a master class in bland government green. Not just the doors, walls, and cracked floors, but also the waiting area seats and the armrests with their...
Loss Prevention
The Embark Center was a master class in bland government green. Not just the doors, walls, and cracked floors, but also the waiting area seats and the armrests with their...
We used to cage them in the tide pools, when they were still small enough to capture in our little hands. Pull them out and snap photos that we could...
A Lullaby of Anguish
We used to cage them in the tide pools, when they were still small enough to capture in our little hands. Pull them out and snap photos that we could...