In this Think-Like-A-Man world, this Fault-in-our-Stars universe, it embarrasses me to say that I am…
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The parents had been seduced by the impalpable sanctuary of a promise. They had been…
The knocks were startling in part because we’re jumpy by nature, but mainly because anyone…
I sat on the couch of a woman who decorates her office to make it feel like a home outside your own. She has locs dipped in watercolors. She has a favorite…
“Curse this damned place. I don’t want anything to do with here.” Holson, my best childhood friend, slammed the door and headed off on foot to the nearest mechanic. He just wants…
NARRATIVE ESSAYS
I sat on the couch of a woman who decorates her office to make it feel like a home outside your own. She has locs dipped in watercolors. She has a favorite…
My parents used to keep a lot of photo albums around the house. In one, there is a photo of me, three years old in our tiny living room, unsmiling in my…
I have melanated skin, which helps me look younger than my age, but I also have a lot of scars on my body that seem to become more visible with time. Yet,…
I am going to tell you the sad pathetic truth about me. I am a foster child and nobody loves me. I made up stories about my mother when I was a…
Once, a former co-worker of mine stopped me in the middle of working, calling my name. I turned to him, with no malice or annoyance, planting my hands on my hips, eyes…
“Call the motherfuck….Call the….” I make out muffled screams from outside. Barely there. From the comfort of my bed, I ignore. People on the block yelling is nothing new. Under covers, face…
SHORT STORIES
About time, Rose grumbled under her breath as she snatched up her two half-filled garbage bags from the ground and made her way toward the front of the line. Even with an…
When Lenaya is twenty-seven she begins to see pieces of her mama everywhere. In the red lip color worn by a stranger at the bar, in the thick country accent of her…
At bedtime, the little girl I babysat grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Don’t go there.” “Go where?” I picked her up and walked through the minimalist-styled kitchen with its dark cabinets and…
The buzzer rang. In exactly three and a half minutes, she would be outside of my door. I waited for my screams to settle through the water. I dried off; noticing a…
It’s not right for a daughter to see her father naked. I’m sure my father knows this, and deep down in her heart, my mother knows this too. When she sends me…
I. Rose stood in her tiny, cluttered living room, trying to remember why she was there. “Go brush your teeth and find your glasses,” she said out loud, before following her own…
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