Posts in 2025
How to Win a Knife Fight

Leave the knife in your pocket. It’s only a fist fight until you show the blade. I told this to the boys, my friends, outside of Center Ice. I was twelve, maybe thirteen. Everyone was carrying knives in those days. I probably won’t use it, the boys would say. And I would say, please. Please, don’t.

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Beacon St., February 19

Shahrazad says, Life is good, which we say when we are trying to convince ourselves, and when we mean it. We are on our way to get flowers for Oliver, who is not feeling well, from Mother’s Wine and Groceries. Bouquets cluster in the middle of the store.

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memoir, 2025SLMAfri Arebu
Beauty Mark

At seventeen, there’s my dark hair. There’s the way it turns an iridescent red in the sun—and grows long long, a chestnut river waving tides down my back. To a certain eye, it’s exotic. To mine, it’s an Alfaro inheritance.

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memoir, 2025SLMCiara Alfaro