Monthly Archives: June 2015

dispensing with cliche

I don’t dislike airports or hate hospitals. I enjoy the former and am grateful for the latter. I am not afraid of going to the dentist, and can touch my eyeballs without squeamishness. I don’t mind being interrupted so long … Continue reading

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grafting

You can hear the farm in his voice. The sun, the wind in the grass, the heat, the familiarity of the most familiar place in your world. Your shared history, the land now on a matrilineal arc, a place is … Continue reading

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#AllWhitePeople

It’s so hard to know what to say about Charleston that I keep turning away from the topic. And that’s the thing, is that I get to. I get to turn off that pain. I’m not caught in the grief … Continue reading

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Wherein I question the wisdom of not becoming a farmer

I don’t know how to pick out mangoes. I have a theory about limes, know that cantaloupes are ready when they smell sweet, and generally can be convinced of a food’s desirability when its fragrance wafts out to me from … Continue reading

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Public Confession:

I opened my oven door this morning to put the biscuits in and discovered a flat charcoal briquette shaped exactly like toast. Whoops. I guess that explains what was burning the other night. I don’t know when I put that … Continue reading

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inheritance

Grandaddy sounds lonely. Every time we talk I ask him if he’s run into anyone from the community, heard any news. He hasn’t. I think the mandatory check-on-this-old-man time following my Nana’s death has run out. They stopped inviting him … Continue reading

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What happens when you make toast after 1 am

What happens when you make toast after 1am is you fuck up and leave the broiler on until eventually, like 20 minutes later, thick, dark, acrid smoke comes roiling out of the oven (wait am I smelling incense) (ugh no … Continue reading

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