Nonfiction by Isaiah Zeke Swango
Issue 3 / Nonfiction

Nonfiction by Isaiah Zeke Swango

He always insisted that barbeque was meant to be eaten with one’s hands—anything more and you were deemed a sham, just another half-assed pretender at life. Sweet Baby Ray’s served as blood while I was taught to pop bones from sockets, and like a fledgling under the wing of a hawk, I tore at things once living beneath my father’s cool shadow. Continue reading

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