How (not) to Feed the Sick

The morning’s Styrofoam tray held a hardboiled egg knocking against a tiny plastic cup of soggy fruit cocktail.  A slice of while bread anchored a corner, its wrapping extolling the …

I Am a Racist

  Here I am now with Miss Yvonne. She has a perfect oval face with a fuzz of hair across an elegant brown-skin skull.  Her eyes are her best feature, …