I walk by the side of the road in my best white mu’umu’u, my hair wild. I am waiting for someone to notice me out of the corner of their eye, someone who doesn’t know the rule. You wen remember for make teri chicken musubi, right? No like get da white lady on us this...
My first night in rehab, I was put in a room with a heroin addict. I was groggy from the medicine the nurse had given me to soften the cut from alcohol—for an alcoholic or for any kind of addict for that matter, immediately quitting could cause some internal issues...
I am walking in washington square parkit is busy the hawks arenot out everyone at NYU is graduating everyone at NYU is taking selfies inpurple robes the kids are smoking the kids are selling t shirts sewn out of other t shirtsthe kids are playing music so loud the...
The fireflies are frantically signalling, but singly,taunting like a game of incandescent whack-a-mole;slight movements in the grass, not lingering, just tingly,tiny flares that die as our eyes race and gambol. Are these the night-school teachers, nihilistsin...
Arco, ID 2019 the desert submarine does not speakbut a sliver of daylight persistsbetween the sail and its concrete base the sail is all that remainsof the Hawkbill and it castsa deep shadow in which I stand to escape the sun; it seems a monolith awaitingworship...
