Apogee Journal

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When I Am 19, a Woman I’ve Called about a Job Starts Telling Me about Her White Trash Neighbors

Momma explained how in other lives there are other kinds of nuisances, which is the difference between my mother and me: She did not want...

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December 1, 2023

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Some Girls Become Fixtures, Some Just Get Fixed

I remember, je me rappelle, how the maintenance man crouched and dealt with my clogged apartment arteries, pulling out strands of my hair...

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Angelica Whitehorne

November 3, 2023

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In Lamplight You Are Made Whole

She would make a portrait of her mother shrouded in darkness, holding a clay oil lamp.

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August 25, 2023

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When You Call Me Names

When my mother was 13, she used to wake up at sunrise every day and carry him on her back to queue for rationed rice.

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Christine H. Chen

August 4, 2023

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China Patterns

In London, your new apartment has one room, two toasters, and no locks on the doors.

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Rosa Boshier González

July 21, 2023