If You Find this Chair Blank

I move between my new, enclosed white walls as suspiciously as a foreigner might move through a new country—never mind that my skin is also dark, never mind that the metaphor has been reduced to my race. I stare at the new blankness at my door and feel it’s oddly familiar.

Posted on August 14, 2020 .

Los Desaparecidos

The air is filled with anticipation, the kind just before fireworks. At least, that’s what it feels like for Rahel. It’s her very first time going abroad and her first time travelling without her parents

Posted on August 14, 2020 .

My Mind Is On Other Things

I was seventeen years old when my parents separated. At the time, some people (including my father) suggested the experience was probably easier on me than it would have been if I was younger. My experience, however, was something much different.

Posted on August 14, 2020 .

568 Miles

"You're in the homestretch, Ethan, just forty-five more minutes," I told myself, trying to stay awake. It's a nine-hour drive from where I live in Portland, Maine to my parents’ house in Niagara Falls, Canada. I thought nine hours would be an easy drive to do alone. I was wrong.

Posted on August 14, 2020 .

Beginnings, Middles, and Ends

Morning light filtered in through the billowy curtains, but there was no one to witness its beauty. The door of the wrought-iron fence banged softly against its side with the ocean wind. Inside, empty unmade beds, open cupboard drawers, and missing baggage could be found.

Posted on August 14, 2020 .