I don’t have the words to weigh in, to condemn or to cry out in pain at all the unnecessary deaths, the targeting of people who look just like their attackers. Their only crime is to be born in a different country. My words fail me.
The rain began to fall down softly, drops tapping gently against the earth. I never felt the urge to run or dash beneath an eave or leafy tree, like everyone else on the street. Instead, my pace slowed and I looked down, forcing my curls to fall in front of my face, to fight the […]
You used to call me mammi. I came across an old email from you, and it still warmed me to see your opening line…’hey mammi…’ It’s been 9 years almost since you were laid to rest, since I said my silent goodbye to you. But today, memories roared up suddenly and quickly, pushing me to […]
I want to remember who I was. Before fragility invaded my insides, tossing about and razoring my core, leaving behind scabs on scabs that my core gingerly balanced on, holding itself up pretending all was right when a puff of breath could bring it all down, scabs cracking as the core crumbles and it all […]
I hesitated, not wishing to call it out. My cards splayed out on the table, the dealer looking at me expectantly …and you? Your cards are held close to your chest and I cannot tell what floats in your eyes, and the dealer perhaps knows, but His face remains neutral. You steal glances at me, […]
A thin thread of something unnamed hangs tautly between us, spooled and fueled, growing in intensity, but also requiring strong consideration for interspace and pragmatism. But this thread that spools so deliciously, calling and pulling on invisible threads, is of the sweet, unexpected kind. The most dangerous thread of all.