Detroit

I woke up in a hot room in Detroit after pushing two fingers into my…

Black Oximeter

Outside city hall, black folks stand in a long queue that circles around the city.…

A LOVE STORY

His Perfect Wife She is tall and preferably white or, if an immigrant, not one…

Tender

“Get the fuck out of my house,” she said levelly. Asperger conspired with Nazis. Your…

Nation of Poets

I woke up to a light of sky and you were my homeland. When did…

Self Portrait
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Notes on Writing about Sexual Violence

“What would happen,” the poet Muriel Rukeyser asks in her oft-quoted poem “Käthe Kollwitz,” “if…

Death of a Family

I. When did we become mortal enemies? You campaigned early and hard to be our…

I Follow my Intuition

She unrolls like sharp and gold wire toward decorous flowers. I see the peach unmoving…

The Patient Records

1.It begins in the middle like this: the sun sets quietly in a Brooklyn sky.…