Category Archives: Explorations

home, maybe for you it’s a shell. a castle. a nest. maybe it’s a hut or a reef or a cardboard box. an adobe, an igloo, a ranch, the beach. home.  it’s 2433 miles away. southern illinois.  it’s summer where … Continue reading →

our dinner dialogue is sometimes amusing, and sometimes not. on good days, we talk politics, listen to fantastical podcasts about comedians and economists and black culture, or scroll through a playlist on spotify meant for ‘dinner parties.’ on other days, … Continue reading →

do dragonflies bite, he asked?  mmmmm. i think they’re carnivores. like those plants that eat flies. or tigers. we were lazing on a giant raft, shifting with the current from one end of the lake to the next. trying to … Continue reading →

My friend Keecha said to me, “comparing your traumas to the world’s traumas is a form of violence. Don’t do it. Stop immediately.” And like I and so many people in this country do to Black women – I don’t … Continue reading →

The Isolation Journals Prompt: Write a letter to your younger self. Thank them, praise them, scold them, comfort them—engage in whatever way you feel led with one or many versions of your younger self. Whatever comes to mind. Now, let’s … Continue reading →

I asked him As he was falling asleep On the phone I said I was thinking about fishing recently and how you used to take me To the Staunton Country Club Which wasn’t really a country club at all, the … Continue reading →

The Isolation Journals Prompt: Okay, close your eyes. Maybe lie down so you’re cozy? A blanket is nice. Okay. What do you see? At first, it’s dark in there. But if you really look, you will start to see pictures. … Continue reading →

All we can do is dig. That’s what I thought to myself as I hung up the phone. The conversation was light. Focused on the mundane – the length of my commute today, the number of phone calls I was … Continue reading →