Zephaniah Sole

As a half-Black, half-Latino writer, my work often attempts to find language that can process unspeakable (and unwritable) historical trauma. Trauma with which our nation currently faces a challenging reckoning. My fiction is published or forthcoming in Epiphany Magazine, Collateral Journal and Gargoyle Magazine.

The Notary

Eyague Ortiz de Toledo stood in the fresh white sand and squinted from the beating sun. It was very hot in this new place, this new place that did not feel so new, and Eyague mused on the favor granted by the Providence he liked to call… well… he did not like to call it Dios as his compatriots blithely pronounced with the tension of spittle between their teeth. No, in his mind, quietly and to himself, Eyague preferred to call it El Verdadero. The True.