in the gaps and shadows of the required you find the unimagined necessary.
Does the blue clerk fret over the delayed reader?
What does one call the day one’s mother died?
Binyavanga harmed people. Some of them I knew, most I didn’t.
We do not know when or if Rona will leave or take us with it.
It’s difficult to sit in the pocket of someone else’s sadness.
Although we seek escape, our goal cannot be to remain fugitives.
I hate that moment on reality tv when someone has suffered some kind of loss—received a devastating critique from judges or being kicked off a competition—and the show’s host shoves a microphone in their face and demands, “how are you feeling?” Perhaps those who participate in such shows have been trained, given the appropriate responses. … Continue reading feelings
How many centuries of terror populate the singing woman’s sorrow song?
I cannot be invited to a scene of African unhumaning and be told to recognize the complexity of the white people at that scene.