Physical Description A man sits at a table drinking a 20 ounce black coffee. He’s bald, has glasses, and is wearing a brown newsboy cap. He is looking outside the window while he types on his laptop and has earbuds in. Occasionally he mutters to himself and types something. He is probably 5 ft 10 … Continue reading
The sky is dark, the stars and moon shining brightly among the dark chasm of space. There’s an autumn chill in the air around me: perfect hoodie weather. Although, I’d wear a hoodie no matter the weather. My hood is up and my hands are stuffed in the middle pocket. I look straight ahead. It’s … Continue reading
While many authors, philanthropists, and authorities have provided detailed analyses of how and why racial division occurs, Ta-Nehisi Coates expresses his views through Between the World and Me, a letter to his 15 year-old-son Samori. He expresses that racism is an issue created by society and is still practiced today, no matter how inadvertent the … Continue reading
We’d sprayed gold paint into paper bags and huffed the fumes. Detached from body, self a phosphorescent bubble ahover in some bright-colored world, somewhere askance from here. My boyfriend passed out. Sometimes, when one says love, she means A sour drink that tastes better than loneliness or the door that leads out … Continue reading
While parked outside a liquor store along the highway winding through the Canadian Rockies. We’d stopped to pick out a bottle of wine, anticipating romance in the hotel that night. But the liquor store was closed, and I’d locked the keys in the truck, my wallet on the seat beside your purse and phone. … Continue reading
to her high school years and envies her blindness, her unclosing to everything, no hopes, no dreams, but like a dog, now now now and she could say she wasted those days, but she knows she could use some of that now –and in her college years, closing in, choosing this and that, getting opinions, … Continue reading
in the midst of a euphoric head massage I’m haunted by a vision of you; colours and patterns and lines that don’t connect, a plait of hair hanging over a shoulder as you stand underneath a bottle-brush in the garden of our apartment on the highway I can see a brass door handle and … Continue reading
