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 […]
The Swan – Mar. 25, 2020
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air – An armful of white blossoms, A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies, Biting the air […]
