Bluestockings Magazine

Bricklayer by Sophia Terazawa

I have never seen him smile like that—tight-lipped and haggard—as though wrestling down a fireball at the back of his throat. My father smiles because a white man carries his hate in the open field near Daffron Elementary. My father smiles because I, his five-year old child, receives this white man’s hate, and any move to protect me will most certainly hurt us both. — "Bricklayer" (2015)

It moves so quickly, this scenery, and I find myself at once spinning, spinning through my own mother's country. — "Wading to Taki" (2015)