coming of age

Joy | Photography

Joy | Photography

Joy Taken in the northern suburbs of Atlanta, GA, this portrait uses a wide-open aperture to remove the one branch and the subject from the rest of the forest. To me, this photographic isolation represents an experience of growing up in the South as a person of color...
Counters | Fiction

Counters | Fiction

Our reward for finishing chores are in dinged up plastic cases from the library. The movies star talking dogs, rarely dinosaurs. They have funny white lesbians instead of Jim Carey or Eddie Murphy. We’ll watch the other movies at friends’ houses later....
Sestina for My Mother | Poetry

Sestina for My Mother | Poetry

Atlanta Writer’s Club Presents… The Natasha Trethewey Prize for Poetry Winner: Elizabeth Bracken   Sestina for My Mother   When I was four, I would sit in a brown wooden chair in the kitchen and my mother would braid my hair. Then she would turn...
Hold That Tail! | Nonfiction

Hold That Tail! | Nonfiction

It was the year of the pig with no name.  When nonno brought home a baby pig from the livestock market in Campobasso in the early Spring, he cautioned me not to name it.  In previous years, including just a couple of months prior, I ended up squealing too when my...

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