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Rashida, the oldest woman of the tribe, went to the watering hole to wash. She was old, old like the land. Her skin was like a crocodile, leathery and cracked. It took her a long time to get there, her old legs were slow and tired. As she made her way, Jamilah the lizard slithered alongside [...]

I picked up my pen to write and the desiccant winds arrived from the desert with their load of sand depositing it under the windowsill and doorjamb; my place would travel with me. Though I do not believe my words brought the sand anymore than they did the wind, apparently I would continue to live on the same page as the desert. [...]

I saw tendrils of blood reaching out of my brewing teabag in the pale fluorescent light of indoor echo electricity, Blood in my tea as Tom Waits belted out odes to a 1974 Saturday Night, his hearts and ghosts playing down like midnight sky’s diamonds on his windshield, Blood flowing into my tea like those dreams where you [...]

I saw tendrils of blood reaching out of my brewing teabag in the pale fluorescent light of indoor echo electricity, Blood in my tea as Tom Waits belted out odes to a 1974 Saturday Night, his hearts and ghosts playing down like midnight sky’s diamonds on his windshield, Blood flowing into my tea like those dreams [...]