Love, hatred, truth, elephants, homesickness, jealousy, God, and much more.
I was 4 years old when I asked my dad about the oiled African American muscle men in majestic flexed poses, “Why is he brown?” That was when I first realized there could be offense attached to skin color.
A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
I didn't care.That elusive, expected Potential was for prospectors and seekers of future gratification.
On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
This is a strictly non-medical way of looking at pain relief.
Prose on memories and what they're worth, if anything.
A dream sparks confusion, wistfulness, and mystical possibility.
