a nostalgic celebration in warm harmattan winds
I dreamed of what it would be like to enjoy marital sex, but mostly of what it would feel like to not be alone.
Four feet tall, lived in a cave… Quaker… vegetarian.
What's actually obscene
I wasn’t afraid of being possessed, but Gail did freak me out, with stories of Satanic rituals that had taken place in the small Appalachian mountain town I grew up in.
When families like my own set out to make a community out of the Chinese diaspora in Iowa, attempting to unify across dialects, backgrounds, class, and age seemed like an impossible task.
It makes me angry to think of altar boys who found in priests not an inspiring example of sacrificial dedication (as I did), but instead horrible betrayal and abuse.
“The bill of sale is on record, and future generations will learn from it that women were articles of traffic in New York, late in the nineteenth century of the Christian religion.”