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 Shroud of Joy
Have you ever kissed a sunset with a lemon drop in one hand and in your other the lead soldiers left behind in that last upheaval?
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.
GilgaMash, or a Wrestling Problem
Nobody can well explain how this condition of No Dreams or DreamLessNess started, but it did. Some blamed it on a curse or something in the water or electromagnetic rays from outer space. Whatever the cause, that people stopped dreaming.
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.
Forgive me while I Run
It's morning
another chance
at a day
of peace
of truly me
of hope
of a glimpse into
that me that fully lives