ANGEL: an essay in two distinct parts, written five years apart 1. In the summer of 2002, I saw what I believed to be my first angel. I...

TC let out a sigh, closed her laptop, and glanced from where she sat at her kitchen table over to Pear, her faceless, limbless cat-sized...

Lily knows the girl from the factory by her first name only, Rose. Rose is the only Black girl on Lily’s shift. She’s taciturn, gruff,...

Juan and me are sitting on the curb on CR 253, on account of the bus-stop shelter being full of people. I ball my exhaustion into my fist...

I have only these hands, the span of my palms in which to hold you ten fingers to cup and cradle your curves trace the lithe stretch of...

On the promenade Cherry blossom petals litter the ground, Various shades of bruised, decaying pink, Others float in the air, The new neon...

My dad lays across the denim couch, his ankles off the end of the armrest and his belt threaded but unbuckled, one forearm dangling off...

It’s time to go home. Not because I want to, but because Susie’s family is ready for their dinner. I put on my snowsuit and wrap the...

A break with reality was what they said I had when I told them I encountered Jesus on the Sea of Galilee. Earlier that day I had been...

Gravity is formidable. Apples fall, roll and stop. Deer and squirrels have no clue about Newton’s first law but are thrilled all the...

1. I tell my mother the truth she looks me in the eye with hers soft, tearful. My mother sees me through a haze of what I imagine is love...

His room was bare. Stark white walls, an old-fashioned simple dresser, a bed. My favorite part was his closet. Carefully hung dress...