once i prayed God, destroy everything that attempts to break us apart . i knew the way His people saw me, their eyes pleading for my...

I. The faded-mulberry lunchbox slumps on the counter. Soft-edged rectangle haphazard beside the sink. A smush and ick. The scent of old...

watched a pickle drop in the so-called pickle capital of the world one of many new years I rifle through the rolodex through the aughts...

for Bill T. Jones, “both a provocation and a comfort" he does love the slash/ both at once although/not as one Still/Here Story/Time’s...