And then an old man and I looked through the scrap pile in the back, sifting through lonesome reams of brake pads and spools of cable housing, orphan top…
There: at mile twelve we stopped at the chattering of some small trees, distant against the low sky doubling itself across the shallow waters of the swamp. What kind…
I'm the object I am and at times I'm another and am far sitting in water and sand in an echo of burning tongues And dream, yes, I dream the colossal adventure of the…
Some regrets take the air, almost visibly, bright against the mind’s wide sky. The child you never had, for some reason red-haired. The way you said goodbye to your…
Dec. 18, 2013, Akure. At night, inside the reflection of a halogen lamp, I told my younger siblings A story about our dead mother. I told the story, my…
Now day turns ever November as the schoolyard iron and plastic of slides, rings, ladders, and bars stab into the backfat of a grey sky and the children dropping…
drifted to the broken sidewalk— you know the place: past First Ward school (where AA meets now) but before the crest of the hill, before the road narrows so…
I go through her buttons: that population of immigrants, some humble, prepossessing, some big, shiny hemispheres like the golden dome of a Shiite mosque. Some are eagle-embossed, tarnished from…