Homecoming
RENEE ASHLEY
I meandered through rows of relatives. It was hard to dodge obligatory questions like “Whoffa pickney you is?” questioning where I fell in the line of seemingly endless grandchildren.
Category: Non-Fiction 7
Daffodils for E.R. Worrell (aka Mister Double-Yuh aka Wow)
LINDA M. DEANE
You signed up to the Black Star Line as a young man. Sent in your subscriptions. Garvey was a hero, you said, though misunderstood.
A Love that Hesitates, A Love that Swims Too Far Out
ADA M. PATTERSON
I need questions that cut. Questions toothed in coral that cut islands in half. That cut us into memory. How much must you be cut out of this place before it begins to miss you?
