Since the very first daguerreotype, photographs have been a way to capture a moment in time. What other media are able to encapsulate our memories?
Phone said 2:45pm. This means school is out, scream and shout. In case future daughter/granddaughter is reading this, a few things to note: all students wear tiny gray uniform skirt, boxers poke underneath.
She puts on long, droopy earrings and stares back at me in the mirror. Try these, she says, and hands me a pair of danglies. You have perfect ears, she says. Look, she says. Perfect. Look at your earlobe.
The truth of any good tale is the thing that makes it art. Without truth, art’s power to change the way we see things fails in the hands of the artists and remains, then, merely words on a page.
Just outside of Grey’s Papaya, there was an odd, frozen cluster of people. Neither my babysitter nor I could see through or over the group from afar, so we kept on walking toward it. Valerie squeezed my little hand.
"Bolero reminds me of something—not something I have forgotten but rather something I have never thought." Why knowing nothing about a work of art can aid appreciation.
"People have never seemed so precious. / Like the earth from outer space, / beautiful and beyond me."
"French Fries," "Teleport," and "The kid I’ve watched the 1989 'Batman' film with four times this year."
I already miss home. As expected, moving was a mistake. This house is big and empty. I don’t like big houses; my mother knows that. They make me feel small.
"go tell it on the mountain / what we ate / how we lived / about the bananas / Wolfgang reared in gray water / and the bathtub on the porch"
"Dahi puri was my favorite thing, and I wanted to submit to the song of strudels and mittens my own nomination."
“I 'plantation-hopped' around Georgia in hopes of answering a lifelong question: How is it that the descendants of plantation life can look back on the remaining spaces and see such different things?”