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The Moment
He does not hang. He hovers…. The Moment of Decision, but his choice is already made: suspended from nails we cannot see, sharp shadow stretched across concrete or rusted metal beams. He does not hang. He hovers, golden wings raised, coming in for a landing, or a scoop of silvery fish — While his fisher-friends…
Entre nosotras el mar
A love letter to Cuba and La Vigia A poet and an artist walk into a bar. No, this is not the beginning of a joke. The setting is Cuba. The time is the late 1980s and early 1990s, during what Fidel Castro dubs “the Special Period in the Time of Peace.” The Iron Curtain…
Creative Love (as the world burns)
How many different ways can you find to say I love you? Every night we perform the same ritual, my husband William and I. We may be in separate rooms or sitting side by side in bed. But we are both intent on our phones, scrolling through GIFs and plotting message threads that we share…
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holy discomfort: Love letters from a reluctant Christian 