My Beautiful White-Washed Skin (Poem)Van Rijswijk, PhilomenaHecate
Her dark, wrinkled skin and curly gray hair made her stand out among our younger customers. She talked to me whenever I cleaned near her lane. I learned her name was Bessie. She had been a singer for as long as she could remember. In her 20s she had tried to get a job as a ...
my dreams to a more realistic size. soon after that, a newcomer started frequenting bayside bowl. she arrived alone and always carried a pink bag with a ball inside. her dark, wrinkled skin and curly gray hair ...
He is tall, neck is very long, like a goose. Start to a shake a put, a higher bottom. Skin white in black. Who is very cute. Remember once, I and inati go home together, at that time under the drizzle. He rode a bicycle on the road of his mother. I have seen a very surpr...
The man’s skin was always dark and he did not look like a usual worker. His secret to keep healthy and energetic, he said, was surfing. So, Sano found a teacher. Sano gets out most weekends on the black-sand beach. “I don’t consider myself an old man,” he said in his wet...
Appropriately titled “Hiccups” for an incessant and repetitive manner, the mother in Damas’ poem “Hiccups” attempts to guilt trip her son into the same “denegrification” that Fanon talks about in his work “Black Skin, White Masks”. In Damas’ poem “Hiccups” we see this act of ...
I could feel the breeze on my skin. I heard the sound of a wolf howling. Not long after, a LONE WHITE WOLF appeared before me. He was unafraid of me and not aggressive in any way. I felt the same as he did. He eventually came close to me, not close enough to touch. It was ...
and the pièce de résistance of Fright Night 2018—a skin-shivering, blood-curdling, knee-knocking, absolutely TERRIFYING clip of a girl in an elevator in China, I believe—I have no intention of opening myself up to a second near hysterical fit for accuracy’s sake by rewatching this ...
When help is needed never choosing a side I keep pondering while sleepy eyes set to dusk Then turn my focus to fairy tales told in dreams I smile looking forward to happier times As I listen to nocturnal angels begin to sing Fate can be a teller of fortunes ...
Another time, I accidentally fell and broke my skin on my hands and feet while running. Xiaoqi quickly ran over, carefully picked me up, and slowly helped me to the infirmary. She also gently and carefully wiped me with medicine, and kindly asked me, "Does it still hurt? Be careful nex...