The Middle has Never Appealed to Me
I’m going to get it out of that way and let you know that I’m bipolar.
How to remove poison
The memory is so deeply rooted it’s as if my body remembers directly.
It’s Our Lucky Day
It’s your lucky day because you have questions - more than just that one - and I have answers to all of them, especially that one.
My Avatar Lives My Life
The stink of roasting duck swarms my room where I lie on my pink-ruffled bed with the pillow over my face.
More-of-the-same-with-Mike Continuum
My brother’s body was found by his drug dealer on September 25, 2008. The dealer was a supposed friend, but later, when reading my brother’s texts, it became clear this “friend” was only tolerated because of his access to OxyContin.
OBSESSIONS AND MONSTERS
The pile of homemade quilts made by southern mamaws, some of whom were just bones now blanketed in dirt, spread their comfortable weight over my eight-year-old arms and legs.
on the Flight back to nigeria
She was seated at the rear stage of seat 202 on Row 4 at the Barclays Centre when Chris Martin brought out his guitar and started playing.
The Destruction That Made Me
Trying to move through a crowd of hundreds would cause anyone to feel overwhelmed. Driving during rush hour may make someone feel a little more on edge, antsy even.
The Fifty-minute hour
The big hand presses the twelve while the little hand settles down over the four. Beyond the window, the world waits, silent and dark. My mother’s fingers encircle my bony right shoulder, easing it back and forth.
Asparagus Disorder
I was reading over the transcript of a psychological report I had dictated and was amused by the diagnosis the transcriptionist had rendered to my patient: Asparagus Disorder.