Pick a country, and imagine we’ve been at war with it for fourteen years. Write a love story in that world.

Bring our troops home Is a type of joke all it’s own Because all we’ve ever known is war. Developments are two steps back, And casualties are currency To the comfortable and corrupt. The deadliest battles Are slipped under the rug, And Momma writes letters Because she doesn’t sleep too much. They say we don’t …

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The First Time You Were Worried That You Had Come Off Sounding Racist.

I was five and in Mrs. Pagano’s morning kindergarten class. Trichelle wasn’t there on the first day of school. I don’t recall how late into the year she arrived, but she was definitely the new girl and definitely the only black student. I suppose at the time I didn't realize my first reactions to seeing …