Artwork by Manzel Bowman It was almost the same everyday. Wake up. In the dark she folds her blanket, places it in the center, then rolls up the mattress, hoists it to her shoulder and […]
Tag: Mothers
{These Roots}
Where is home? A year ago I would’ve given the answer of a third culture kid. “It’s complicated” Home is never the place we currently reside. Anything outside of Sudan is temporary. Even when we’d […]
Tell Her
Artwork by Jeff Manning I’d tell her I miss her How when I’m in the presence of other mothers I melt soften gazing, devouring every minute detail, it’s not envy, it’s not sadness I’d just […]
{Umi is/was}
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on. Not because of the fear of darkness, but call it childish, I feel like this man made illumination can ward off death. Maybe the light keeps away those […]
This Charming Man* Live Performance
*Song title of The Smiths
{Cry, my Beloved Onion}
I love food. Its the only thing I can unabashedly say that four lettered word to without any hesitation or afterthought. I love it. I love how its made, tastes, looks, smells, feels and all […]
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