“That sense of the sacredness of words, of writing, has been inside my mind, heart
I have big breasts, but no real figure, unless I suck in my stomach and
I don’t know how to swim. And funny enough, a little under 70% of Black
1. The day my sister disappeared, the uncomfortable red hue of the evening sky and
I. Places that I am terrified of returning to: Shitty $49-a-night motels with dingy sheets
At the produce markets that populated Church Avenue, if someone cut in line or pushed
It’s late afternoon as we climb into my father’s gray Mercedes. As we stay stationary
Sydnee glanced at her phone and saw a text from her mother, Marilyn. Sometimes she
“You real fine and you pretty,” the smooth words rolled past his toothpaste commercial level
By age 6, I knew what nostalgia meant, and it already felt like a dirty
We’re alone, Patrick and I, in a three-story house an hour outside of Naples, Italy.
The parents had been seduced by the impalpable sanctuary of a promise. They had been
The thick warmth of the air engulfs me as I step off the plane. “This
