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    Tomorrow

    (a flash fiction shortlisted at Brilliant Flash Fiction)  “Nae-il da kkeun-nat-tta,” means “Tomorrow is the end,” so I interpreted my Grandpa’s words, as he labored for breath, and believed I had one more day with him. *** Grandpa came to live with us when I turned 16 and upturned everything. Suspicious, all English was gossiping about him. He slapped his cane on the dining table legs and demanded my brother and I speak Korean in front of him and scolded his 51-year-old son for raising such rootless and disrespectful kids. He took my room, I had to bunk with my younger brother, then took away my Saturday morning pick-up baseball…

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    Pieta (Philando & Diamond)

    charred, acrid smell of gunpowder smokes from the holes in his body which carries the stigma(ta) of all things dark,         lead from the muzzle to the flesh, three wounds enough to steal the soul four more for good measure, make sure   out of         black          skin            red            blood pools soaks         white        cotton smudges of death’s fingers, colors by murders   black          red           white red             black        white black         black         black   Philando’s neck arches towards heavens sake, taut skin exposes ridges of adam’s apple,…