Brooke PorterHorizonAt eighteen I felt that I was being flattened. This great pressure on my head came down from a whirlwind year of cognitive development and…Feb 22, 2022Feb 22, 2022
Brooke PorterListening to WaterIt was a crisp day when I boarded at Novosibirsk, the sort of weather that gives everything sharp lines. I would like to say it was 1963. I…Sep 16, 2021Sep 16, 2021
Brooke PorterLeavingI‘m nineteen the first time. I have ghosts in my head asking for tall rocks and cold water. I apply to be a housekeeper in a hotel from the…Sep 16, 2021Sep 16, 2021
Brooke PorterConsecrationI do some magical thinking in Bangkok: You are not in the apartment, boiling rain drills the windows, inside some pots, myself, red-eyed…Feb 16, 2021Feb 16, 2021
Brooke PorterIn the waiting room Ryan can tell that I do not want to get blood taken.Ryan wears his past with the weighty affliction of regret and pride. The oscillation between these two forms his personality. He twists…Nov 19, 2019Nov 19, 2019
Brooke PorterThree hours pass and we hit the curve of the road; there’s a high red wall on our left and eternal…My vomit lands over ikinyamunjonjererwa, and igitaka, and my Sperry’s that I am ashamed of. I had not known shame before Kigali. Now shame…Mar 22, 2019Mar 22, 2019
Brooke PorterThe rug in my Grandpa’s basement was speckled deep red and brown.There was a fireplace, too. It was there my Grandpa taught me that if I inhaled as much as I could the exhalation would create flames. It…Mar 16, 2019Mar 16, 2019
