Tag Archives: Benjamin Davis

Coping with Unemployment While My Grandmother Is Dying

After losing my job, I moved home and attended my cousin’s wedding. The morning of, someone asked where Grandma was. I said I’d find her. I went outside and there she was wandering around the parking lot—small, curly white hair, wrinkle-eaten … Continue reading

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Chopsticks in Chinese Restaurants

I sat in a small restaurant in the southernmost district of Beijing. There was a food rating on the wall: C. With a fat, yellowed, sad-face emoji. Chinese people parted around me and my luggage as Jennifer, the woman who’d … Continue reading

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To the Artist at the End of the World

You squat on a rubbled rock surrounded by bombed-out footprints of an ignorant child with balding wings. An infant lay sleeping at your feet. Eyes wide open—her sable tears, singed red, fill her lash-lidded windows pour down her toasted cheeks. … Continue reading

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