as long as i can remember i’ve always stitched cloth into the dreams people manage after the earthquake hopelessness captured me like a body-bag husband missing but my machine survived people bring cloth my fingers stitch scraps into newness I’ve been sewing since I was nine years old, maybe even younger. I […]
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Daddy Come: Memoir of Family by Opal Palmer Adisa
Three images from Jamaican Men: Father Artist, Father Shopkeeper, Father Artist, also by Opal Palmer Adisa Dawn and I were playing by the hedge. We had picked a handful of red flowers and stuck some in our hair. Dawn said hibiscus were good for shining shoes. […]
When Mother Goes Away
“Mommy Gone’”is the first piece in a series of vignettes, that might be the start of my memoir, which I have been resisting. Suddenly it feels right, timely. This story is my first memory of lost/separation and it still lingers today, five decades later. I sometimes wonder if that is why I am so […]
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