Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
At first, the three of us drew back when she tried to hug us, to take us on her lap. Tolitha stroked our hair and faces. She kissed us until we purred like cats. She praised us in songs of her own…
My grandfather’s living room, which had been so quintessentially southern, filled up with African masks and art, ceramic elephants from Thailand, and trinkets from every bazaar she had plundered in Asia. Each item had a…
People that like to read are always a little fucked up. Let’s haul her out of here tomorrow and take her back down to Colleton. I’ll put her to work on the shrimp boat. The salt air will clear her…
