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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

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“Age-isms”

I. Rose stood in her tiny, cluttered living room, trying to remember why she was…

“Waiting Room”

My eyes shot open. I must’ve dozed off. My head was pounding. Perhaps it was…

“Tia”

“Ma’am? Ma’am, are you okay?” I shielded my eyes from the glaring sunlight. Its warmth…

“A Deadly Weapon”

1966 Sweat trickled down James’s forehead. The screaming from the crowd was earsplitting. The lights…

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“tea at miss daisy’s”

Many days we passed Miss Daisy’s house and yelled hi. She would usually call us…

“The Search”

The thick warmth of the air engulfs me as I step off the plane. “This…

NARRATIVE ESSAYS

How to Share A Bed

When my little sister invited me to be her Maid of Honor, she sent me…

Black Barbie

Daddy straddled the heap of toys that lived on the floor of our playroom in…

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“The Passing”

Clumps of wrinkled, white flesh hang from grandmother’s face and pool in the nape of…

Not my Daughter

“Sit still.” I braced myself for the familiar sting of the plastic comb against some…

Not Part of the Agreement

My nails kept time on the arm of the chaise to the ticking of the…

Delky, Tevin Campbell, and The Promise of Today

I hope tomorrow will bring a better you, better me I know that we’ll show…

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