By Tiana Reid

Tiana Reid is a writer and editor living in Brooklyn.

  1. A colony

    It was in the early afternoon, when the sun was still blazing. Black birds, like the ones I read about in the arms of the canon that had come to life simply to confront me, murmured overhead. To me, they were like eagles or hawks or another variety of heroically raptorial birds. In some version of reality, they were probably small, island birds that ate slugs or coconut scraps

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