Tag Archives: Nakita Nokwanda

Sing about me

Storm clouds and surrender: two separate spaces I’ve learned to occupy simultaneously. A stranger in the street asks me how I am and I lie before I know my mouth is moving: I’m fine thank you. This is what home … Continue reading

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Fatherhood 103: my brother is a thunderstorm

at two years old my brother is a thunderstorm: one part light, one part all the things noise keeps intact. beyond his knee-high frame are all the dreams that toss his body around the bed when the lights go off. … Continue reading

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