Waste is what I’ve put into my bodyalong with a monster I had slept beside, among a morning when my mouth acted as a napkin and I found I ate all the things I once loved.Cool, blue, refrigerated, and my lips burned from the coals of old meals. A Franciscan with his...
Photo: Helen89 / Shutterstock.com Five different times during our seven day visit,we trekked over to Eaton Street. Our facespressed the glass window, our hands cuppedour eyes. Looking for Judy. We donned our masks, meandered aisles.Perused displays. Eventually spent...
Photo by Steve Heap / Shutterstock.com My hometown has suspicioustaste in communal art: there is a rollercoaster by the river—the one that flooded its banks in 2010, whichno one remembers unless you were there; unlessyou felt water pouring two days straight and...
Photo: U.S. Forest Service We end up on the steady tip of Sex Peak, Montana (I have been many times before) and set the candy-yellow trailer against the caramelizing sunset. He brings out an untouched Cab Sav, pops it, and I watch flowers grow out of the bottle and...
“Ibadan’running splash of rustand gold-flung and scatteredamong seven hills like brokenChina in the sun.” —John Pepper Clark Bẹẹrẹ Four ways to the homes of warriors, the peak of Màpó,The abandoned palace; they said every Baálẹ̀ has taken palace To their...
Photo: Dotun55, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Èkó àkéte, the promise land of any who so wishes,Bounded by the ocean of wisdom, “if you no wise for Lagos You no fit wise for anywhere”, city of hundreds dramas, teachingEvery Jonny the lessons of...
