Category: prose

Last July, I sat in one of my favorite restaurants in the world with one of the world’s favorite women and we had leftovers and she asked for a takeaway box, no not a to-go box, a takeaway box, and I watched her carefully, ever-so carefully place what she had not finished of her curry into the brown cardboard-like box.…

This has been sitting in the metaphorical drafts folder of my mind for a long time. It is no small, insignificant feat to attempt to put into words what a connection to Africa means to me, how the iconic shape of the continent, yes the whole continent, has shaped me.  And I’d like to note that I changed the beginning…

Once I read somewhere I can’t remember where that balance is the image of a tight-rope-walker — the only way she stays on her rope, alive, is by leaning too far one way, and then leaning too far the other way.  Whatever ‘too far’ means. Balance, then, is not never leaning too far one way. It is, in fact, leaning…

At 22, I know not very many things. At 22, I know in my bones, to my core, that it is my duty to explore. If I haven’t made this reference already, Joseph Conrad’s Russian traveller* character has been somewhat of a guide to me since we were introduced in 2018 (See Great Artists Steal section). It is my duty…

Hello beloved, Writing for an audience is very different from writing. For example, I have literally never once started any conversation, written or spoken, with “hello, beloved.” I am 22-years-old. For the sake of ease and being from one place, I’ll say I am from a once-small town in Florida. I attended Uni in a once-small-in-a-different-way town in Northern Florida…