My body of skin holds the story of my life. Skin holds memory the way the Earth harbors fossils. A touch becomes permanent. The day when I was six years old, walking home from school and recalling the nun had told us we could pray anytime, anywhere. I stopped and...
Greek-style chicken thighs with bruschetta. Italian steaks and panzanella. Seared tilapia and pickled pepper relish. Menu choices at a trendy, highly-ranked restaurant? No. The final challenge recipes of a reality cooking television show? No. On the contrary, they’re...
2:55 pm Pacific Standard time (11:55 pm Paris time): At the boarding gate, I was asked to remove my glasses so that the facial recognition machine could do its job: validate me as a passenger of Air France Flight 0085 bound from Los Angeles for Paris. Could the...
Monica Prince teaches activist and performance writing at Susquehanna University in Pennsylvania. She is the author of How to Exterminate the Black Woman: A Choreopoem ([PANK], 2020), Instructions for Temporary Survival (Red Mountain Press, 2019), and Letters...
“And it came to pass at the end of the four hundred and thirty years, even the selfsame day it came to pass, that all the hosts of the Lord went out from the land of Egypt.” -Exodus 12:41 Martha 2020 Her headstone reads: Martha Hughes Cannon ♦1857—1932[1] Three...
