Holding On

We just wanted to see the fireworks and a police blockade stood in our way. The crowd broke through, and we ran. We ran like our lives depended on it because it did. When you’ve got no papers the boys in blue aren’t your friends. We just wanted to see the fireworks so I grabbed […]

Sometimes, the books they choose you.

My first library card Here was my first official document in Brazil.  A library card. A small thing, really. Nonetheless, it gave me a finger-hold on normalcy in this mental terrain still trembling with the aftershocks of my relocation.  I drifted among the stacks, comforting myself with the familiar patterns of books on shelves, familiar […]