February 6, 2018
Stripped
“You gonna clean my balls?” my grandmother asks, slowly sliding into the closest espresso stained wooden chair. I hold my breath. She sees. “Somebody’s got to do it & damn […]
April 27, 2017
And The Moon Is the only Kindness We See
Dear Diane, Every time it rains, I think of you biking across Queens, and I pray you’ve already made it to work at Rikers. Often you arrive only to find […]