Lorca in New York
In the summer of 2015, I was working in Spain for a theater project with a Spaniard friend of mine.
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ReadI 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. -
Read“You’re So White”
My melanin is not enough to hold my culture. -
ReadWhen You Shoot Horses
On a family ranch, you have to earn your belonging. -
ReadDayspring Cíntia
There’s a certain art of being able to navigate failure in order to reach a point of alignment. -
ReadWe 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. -
ReadI Hesitate
i know i will / before holding your hand / before kissing your cheek / in public / and for all of that i’m so sorry -
ReadProcess & 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. -
ReadI am not African • If Mercy
We need new names. / I am that Odum wood / the carpenter saws / for Darling’s bed. -
ReadCritical Mass
To fight your family’s genetic tendency to become ghosts, you rub makeup on your face so people can see you. -
ReadLove’s Exodus
El Coyote appears before my shack, silhouette illuminated and clear. He removes his fedora and taps it against the wall, dust and sand in my eyes. -
ReadWho Gets to Belong?
Who gets to belong? Who gets to decide? Why belong? What is worth belonging to? -
ReadNullibiety
Both men made me promises. They said it would be better, that there would be bounty. And space, so much space between homes.
