These pores in my hands are wells descending to the vault of my bones— a granite cradle shaped in the womb. Blood fused into bricks, cemented with the cigarette ashes my mother smoked— still compact inside my ribs. These teeth,...
“Born in 55,” my sister’s voice is thin and raspy when I ask her how old she is on her birthday. She doesn’t mention her new nursing home. In her little wooden rocking chair, tears running down her cheeks, in a sweet soprano she...
“Your resume looks like you’d be a good fit for our senior developer role.” Diana shifted in her chair and held the phone close to her ear. This was Kat Cates from Glitter Games calling. Cody would be thrilled about the call....
Ignorance, allied with power, is the most ferocious enemy justice can have
– James Baldwin
