High Fiving – Feb. 9, 2022
“I settled into the coffee shop (where, it seemed, every other black person in this town was [hiding], every one of them offering me some discreet version of the negreet-ing), took my notebooks out, and was reading over these delights, transcribing them into my computer. And while I was working, headphones on, swaying to the […]
Dancing – Feb. 8, 2022
“This bug seems to be dancing—it kind of pounces on the four legs beneath its abdomen, bouncing and swaying, like it’s hearing a music I’m not yet tuned to. And, trying to tune in, I notice the swell and diminuendo of cicadas nearby, and another cricketish chirping just over in those forsythia. The mantis’s head […]
Smiling – Feb. 7, 2022
“This morning I was walking through Manhattan, head down, checking directions, when I looked up to see a fruit truck selling lychee, two pounds for five bucks, and I had ten bucks in my pocket! Then while buying my bus ticket for later that evening I witnessed the Transbridge teller’s face soften after she had […]
Resurrection Truth – Feb. 4, 2022
“Very often I will avoid the truth until my face goes red like a toddler avoiding her nap; until limp-limbed, she finally stops flailing and falls asleep and receives rest – the very thing she needs and the very thing she fights. When someone like me, who will go to superhero lengths to avoid the […]