for Oluwatoyin Salau, for Breonna Taylor, for Cyntoia Brown, for Tameka Drummer, for Anjanette Young, for all of us whose names I wish had ... Read More.
I.
I was being led by something. So tender and raw inside of my body that I can’t point to a specific place — there was me before I had ever... Read More.
Do you have an elderly parent who has fallen victim to internet conspiracy theories? Has your politically moderate loved one begun spewing r... Read More.
Humza went to school with me in Kohat. We were always competing with each other for the first position in class. His father was in the army,... Read More.
The week the pandemic hits, I break my lease in Little Haiti and drive fifteen hours up the I-95 to be with my parents. My father has bad lu... Read More.
This country is motherless and makes me forget I am not. Two weeks or more since a call. To be in America, You must see American, close you... Read More.
The Coop in August
The form asks for my job. Stay-at-home-parent, a response given by the dozen, lands wrong these months. I hold a prism ov... Read More.
No One is Taking the Doughnut Shortage Seriously (and all that that implies)
— or the ketchup packet oneover in the adjacent deli, the deart... Read More.
In 1996, the year my mother died of a heroin overdose, Purdue Pharma started to sell OxyContin in the United States. The company aggressivel... Read More.
This disappearing, how it makes house become island, as inland pushes outland. Outlandish, you say, this push and pull—in your hurricane’s e... Read More.
Quail rise in ruffles from the sage. Pebbles I scraped into my knee look like they belong there. A minor abrasion, something to settle with... Read More.
