I saw my father’s penis because today was the first day that he didn’t make it to the bathroom by himself.
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I saw my father’s penis because today was the first day that he didn’t make it to the bathroom by himself.
Sweat collects on our skin, rolls down the folds of our limbs in rivers. I look out the small round window at the steel blue lake shimmering only thirty feet in front of us.
Dressing, not stuffing. That’s a distinction she clings to even after all these years up north. Her worn hands crumble cornbread and white bread together over a mixing bowl, skin […]
Yi continued training, but he lost whatever hope he used to have; gone was the certainty in his steps and the hunger in his swings. He was distracted in the ring.
When I was diagnosed with cancer my entire life changed. My life was threatened and then put on hold, I lost all of the structure and routine that has kept […]
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