Exercises in Androgyny
This is often our dichotomy: me with my mane of curly brown-red hair in bright, patterned pastiche; them with their almost-black shag and layers of black jackets.
Papers I Didn’t Write in Seminary
Sin, in other words, might be where the rubber meets the road.
The Virtue of Grumpiness
Tucked into a sea of love and joy is an entire character dedicated to grumpiness.
My Friend Alex
I wonder if two-year-olds can feel lonely.
Things My Father Was Right About
As if I was meant to absorb the classics in the womb.
All This Can Blossom Here?
Aware the world cannot grant safety, Black love fashions its own shelter.
(Almost) Getting Locked in a Cemetery
It’s comforting really, to know that even our greatest achievements will blend into the soil that others will stand on.
Predictions for the Vaderland
I think about saying “bedankt” after ordering but chicken out.
How’s it Pokémon Go-ing?
Even then, a year on, people had mostly forgotten about the game.
Finding God In the Sweatiest* Way Possible
As I attempted to do my tenth minute of abs, teeth clenched, shirt soaked with sweat, the only thing that came to mind was confessing sins to my Lord.
