Only Hands

He laid his body / at my feet and covered himself / with dirt.


Bihoods

a story started three generations ago gassed you backwards. Left you the epilogue of a Ghostface b-side.




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An anatomical drawing of two knee joints

Sidelined, or No Pain, No Gain

I think it was the first time it hit me that I was disposable, that we all were, that we players were on an assembly line of talent, and when we reached the end, it didn’t matter much whether we fell in the trash or not.


A photo of a stone path bridge leading into a vibrant green forest. At the edge of the entrance into the forest is a small set of stairs. The railings of the bridge are old and stained with grime and dark algae. Photo is by Liu JiaWei on Unsplash.

grime

it feels like a conversation with your
father, doesn't it?


Image shows a large oak tree in a small field, with a forest behind it. The air is misty and the sky is pale orange and yellow from sunrise. The misty golden orange light contrasts with the dark outline of the tree and its branches, and the dark shadows in the foreground. Fence posts can be faintly seen behind the tree, along the field.

Aubade

In the hills the fire-frightened wildlife /
are drawn to the scent of what has burned


The cover of a book titled "Man Made: Searching for Dads, Daddies, Fatherfigures, and Fatherhood." The cover has a solid purple background. On the left, there a cartoon of the bottom half of a man wearing purple plaid pants and brown shoes.

Black Dad

It’s a question I have long thought about and resolved. Of course, I’m Black, I think.