By Roberta Beary
The piano’s shawl hides me. Mom comes in and turns on the record player. Famous Opera Arias. Her favorite. The love seat’s plastic squishes when she sits down.
By Hafsa Musa
Kinky hair coiled into four silky dollops on her head, bantu knots recalling an African diaspora like upraised fists and military berets and black bodies channeling latent prophesies.
By Molly Giles
It was a good divorce. They each took one of the cars and one of the labradoodles; they divided the silver, antiques, and paintings, put the house up for sale, agreed to split the proceeds, and were shaking hands goodbye when they heard a musical tinkle from the garden.