Building a Heterogenous Home

When I heard my husband Brandon’s phone buzz, and he answered with recognition, I would try to determine who was calling.  It could be his sister who lived five miles away or his parents five hours away. My heart raced. If he said, “Oh not doing much,” and inquired, “What about you?” I held my

Enter or Egress

I wake in a room full of doors, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, nothing but doors, and no handle on a single one of them. This isn’t the room I fell asleep in, that room had only one door, two windows, a desk against one wall where I spend all the hours I own

Midnight

Mahi flicks her cigarette. I watch the ashes float down to the ground from the sixth floor of the apartment building and cross my arms, resting them against the tall black railing surrounding the balcony. The night is warm, but the cold from the floor tiles seeps in through my bare feet. The light from