Statues ask for almost nothing except,
“Look at me, sometimes”
And “Stop me from falling” …
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We Take What We’re Given
I’d like to say I met a wonderful guy during my teenage years who disproved this notion, made me feel lovable, or that I somehow reached a higher level of consciousness between bell choir and Latin class and decided it was enough to love myself. I didn’t. It would take about fifteen years, when I moved outside of the United States, for a significant shift in my thinking. During the in-between years, despite beautiful friendships, academic accolades, and moving to college in New York City, my weight consumed me…
Fever Drain
Cleo woke up in the night to feel the gentle shift of her husband pressed against her elbow. She had been sleeping flat on her stomach, like she did on most nights …
The Islander
They say it doesn’t rain in Abu Dhabi, but this is a lie. Something’s always leaking…
Elefante
Someone once asked me if when I die they will bury me in a piano case. I replied that I wished to be cremated and scattered to the winds. The person retorted that it would be like that fire at the tire depot back in the day …
Wild: A Collage Series
A romp through the playground that encompasses sexuality and the viewer’s gaze…
Red is the Blood of the People
This play was written and performed for Abu Dhabi’s Short and Sweet festival, and won four awards including “Best Overall” and “People’s Choice”.
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this will not be your diaspora poem:
we have enough milk & honey
at the grocery store
and golden nubian gap-toothed queens who long for their mother
africa…
The Dangerous Bodies of Others: Twilight’s New Moon
Author Stephanie Meyers introduces deeply embedded racism to this already problematic tale, by answering the question of which men should be feared with a racialized wolf …
Pearl Eyed People
ripped like shredded
satin dresses of inner cheeks,
it never bled …
“Sayang”
you try to pronounce each dish’s name
and it rolls off your tongue like a mango bruised, gone bad —
but your mother tongue is a sharp longing for sour tamarind soup.
Queer Body and Soul
As a child I was taught that my body was not
My own that it belonged
to the Church …
The Witching Hour: Watching “Chilling Adventures of Sabrina”
The enduring myth of witchcraft has long been one of female power. By becoming a servant of the devil rather than one of god, a woman could hope to take control and agency…
The Water in the Sun
He placed a silver quarter on her dripping pink tongue, lanky and stretched
open to him. His fingernails felt later…
