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“Mister”

The last time I tried to kill him, I failed miserably. No blood, no 911 calls, hell – he didn’t even know his life was in danger. I’m lucky the District Attorney…

What I Did To Make My Body Smaller & What I Found When I Gave Up

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…

“Simple Mind Play on Crazy Rose”

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…

SHORT STORIES

“Simple Mind Play on Crazy Rose”

About time, Rose grumbled under her breath as she snatched up her two half-filled garbage…

“Holding Pattern”

When Lenaya is twenty-seven she begins to see pieces of her mama everywhere. In the…

“Don’t Go There”

At bedtime, the little girl I babysat grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Don’t go there.”…

“The Anxiety of Two Digits”

The buzzer rang. In exactly three and a half minutes, she would be outside of…

“Cracked Flowerpots”

It’s not right for a daughter to see her father naked. I’m sure my father…

“All The Things I Should Have Said”

I email him and tell him that I want to see him. I send it…

NARRATIVE ESSAYS

Halle Berry Was My Mother Until A Junkie Found Me

I am going to tell you the sad pathetic truth about me. I am a…

Illium, Ischium, and Pubis: For Black Women, Hips Are More Than Just Bones

Once, a former co-worker of mine stopped me in the middle of working, calling my…

Us + Sandra Bland vs. The State

“Call the motherfuck….Call the….” I make out muffled screams from outside. Barely there. From the…

Porches

There’s something about a porch that speaks to my soul, love one that’s furnished like…

A Jones For You

I remember the night we met in Atlanta. On a cold evening in December, I turned around and there…

The Black Female Body: A Figure in Motion, Never at Rest

Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter…

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