"We are going to have to arrest you, do you understand that?" "Ma'am, can you hear what I'm saying?" The officer said this with a bureaucratic monotony that struck me as somewhat comical and brought back memories of '90s news presenterswho hardly ever grasped just how hot the world was burning around them. I looked … Continue reading On the Way Here
Refugee
lim·bo
My father traveled the world for much of my childhood and for those brief moments he actually was home, the first thing he would do upon arrival from one exotic destination or another was lay out his clothes on the bed for my mother to wash, and then, a few days later, that same scene … Continue reading lim·bo
47 South
‘Why are you crying Mama, are you sad?’ she asks me with the kindest eyes I have ever known. Kinder than the many eyes staring at me under the guise of compassion on this crowded 47 bus going south on Lansdowne. ‘I’m not sad Mama... I just miss my parents, you know?’ I manage to … Continue reading 47 South
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