(cover photograph direction: Dagim Abebe) Egbunike is your husband. Remind yourself of this, whatever else he no longer is. Lover. Soulmate. Honey. You blame it on this small flat with…

CUE: Play Molly Drake’s ‘I Remember.’ HIM The pine tree was almost lifeless, nearly bare. A carpet of fallen needles and leaves with a chestnut hue had formed a rough…

July 06th The unrelenting rains ceased, dark clouds lifted, and we slowly began to count the dead — thirteen. From the muddy hills of Soufriere, to inundated valleys at Dennery,…

i. I removed the curtain just beyond the bar at Babou’s to enter the crimson haze of bodies jiving to psychedelic sounds. Securing my seat between the musicians and the…

If you want to convince someone that you’ve locked her up and there’s no escape, is it better to place a bigger padlock on the door instead of a smaller…

In commemoration of me, give your body to my death. For the fourth time, Rukkiyah died in a fire alongside her world. Rukkiyah died. This is all you need to…

“If I look like you, white like milk, you would help me,” you overhear the old woman mumbling in an accent you are unfamiliar with. “God is watching you, sah.”…

Three fleshy women squeezed Dika on the only free bench she could manage until it was time to board the yellow buses. It wasn’t the first time she had spent…

They met at the chic café she frequented during the holidays and when she did not have to teach at the center. She always sat on the second floor, by…