Still Learning

Still Learning

The journey’s been tough and rough, but my calloused heart still beats. I wasn’t ready, back then. My body bulged expanded and grew a life of its own, but my heart was too young to love tenderly; too broken to give what it needed so badly; too fragile to... Read more
The News

The News

They gushed, a full-bodied rush, into his cocooned jaw — thick, heavy, and heaving. He didn’t wipe them or fight them, so they slid just as he did when she dropped the news. © LaYinka Sanni, February... Read more
Braving Waves

Braving Waves

What makes a woman whose back’s breaking from the shudders of contractions say: either I live to see you, Bubba, or we both die. What makes a woman pull apart her baby’s grip and wedge her between two strangers, beseeching God to watch over her, for her to... Read more
A Promise

A Promise

You wish for a promise of light to ignite your love for laughter again; to bathe your calloused hands in warmth and joy and love that hurts less in that odd place in your chest and between fingers that stroke another woman’s strands. I understand. What can I... Read more
I Remember Her

I Remember Her

I remember her clearly, her eyes full moons that waxed with excitement whenever she spoke. I remember her smile: molars on display as her cheeks hugged eyes that shone. I remember her laugh: a sprinkling of liquid glitter that cracked a smile even on concrete faces. I... Read more
Beyond Silence

Beyond Silence

There are times when my tongue’s wrung of words folded upon itself in silence. Listening. Just listening to the caught breaths in her praises the low dips in the “I’m good” the slight pause as she pushes the conversation along. Beyond silence.... Read more

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