Chris Chinwe UlasiColumnsFiction & PoetryThis Morning―It’s Texas n’ I can see us Clearly
Today is Saturday the tenth day of the month of February twenty twenty-three. It’s morning once again. And with no witnesses for birth, the morning undoes itself once again: The sun doesn’t disappoint, bright and focused, the air breaks open. And because it’s Texas, uncertainty’s face is nothing new. The humidity makes the impulse of love the red wash of the dark room, I can see us clearly. The air is...