– January 2026 – Five days after George Floyd’s death, I stood in a crowd of protesters, in turn cheering, jeering, and silent. A person dressed in all black reached over from where they stood on a telephone box and grabbed the edge of an American flag strung from the wall of a downtown building.… Continue reading

– January 2026 – All the people in the town seemed a little lonely.The children spoke only of fleeing home. – Eve L. Ewing, “Sestina with Matthew Henson’s Fur Suit,” Electric Arches My shoulders sit low under the weight of my bookbag. It’s white with green trim and speckled with flowers. Inside: A collection of… Continue reading

– January 2026 – As this wave from memories flows in, the city soaks it up like a sponge and expands. A description of Zaira as it is today should contain all Zaira’s past. The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand, written in the corners… Continue reading

– January 2026 – When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees. When there is nothing left to look at on this street. Four who grew despite concrete. Four who reach and do not forget… Continue reading