When I stun an animal, and cut it, and pump its blood out, and decide that it is really dead, I give it some time. A few minutes before I begin skinning, to fully leave its body, just in case.

I watched my mother die. I just didn’t know it at the time. It was Saturday morning. I had spent my second night in a row by her side in the ICU. There was a rhythm to my visits. I had to teach on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I would stay all day Wednesday, and […]

Praise to the tail whip, Big Poppa-wheelie, the noise that persists even when the rest of the world / has gone silent. I mean, have you ever watched a Black boy blossom –

Jeanie’s friends show her videos of dance recitals and flag football games, and she oohs and aahs in all the right places, but the goddamn grandbabies are getting on her nerves. She wants it to be her turn.