I Was the Walrus
I grew up in a schism. My father came of age in a Jewish family from Massapequa, New York, and my mother a Baptist family from Dalton, Massachusetts.
“You’re So White”
My melanin is not enough to hold my culture.
When You Shoot Horses
On a family ranch, you have to earn your belonging.
Dayspring Cíntia
There’s a certain art of being able to navigate failure in order to reach a point of alignment.
Pigeons
Floating on the bubbly foam of her extra hot latte is a wilting tulip pattern that looks like the wounded black bird she saw lying dead by the fountain yesterday.
We Belong Together
I picked the boy out because his picture looked friendly and his profile said that he only had two weeks left in the States.
“Other”
During my first semester of college, I played what I thought was a "fun icebreaker" — a game I called Guess My Race!
I Hesitate
i know i will / before holding your hand / before kissing your cheek / in public / and for all of that i’m so sorry
Process & Unprocess
I remember completing the initial draft of my first play, Nothing But The Truth, during the summer of 2013; I was convinced I’d created a masterpiece.
I am not African • If Mercy
We need new names. / I am that Odum wood / the carpenter saws / for Darling’s bed.
Art in the space of social issues
