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“when we were one” goodreads.com book giveaway

Love and light to you all. Enter to win a free copy of my book, When We Were One, on Goodreads.com. Good luck to you! ENTER GIVEAWAY

USA Today, "must-read"

My Novel, When We Were One, in USA Today!

Good day all. My speculative fiction novel, When We Were One, has been selected by USA Today as a “must-read”! How exciting to have my work recommended by USA Today! Please hustle on over and check out the review. USA Today review: http://usat.ly/1Leu0Rl…

crazy story #1 (turning orange)

I could feel it happening. It was after midnight. My fingers were orange and my hair began turning orange. I had a wild urge to lay in the grass. I was turning into a pumpkin. I was flopping around on one lonely shoe.…

excerpt from a work in progress #1

I was born beneath Cuba, across the waters of the West Indies on an island that lives and breathes Bob Marley. It was 1967. While papa, my grandfather, was mending the house he’d built with his bare hands, civil rights marches were happening…

words in bits and bytes

It’s 2014. Attached to my old dusty hard drive is a note to whomever finds it when, possibly, my flesh is dust. Time moves forward, hurrying through a hundred, then two hundred years of peaks and valleys in human existence. The year is…

the girl in the outhouse

I was born on an oddly shaped island just below Cuba. Places like Kingston, Montego Bay and St. Ann are reminders of a colonized space that begs to forget its past. I couldn’t forget, but I didn’t want to remember either. I instead…

a soul apart (excerpt)

Mia was planting yams in the garden. Her hands touched the rich dark soil. It was cool and slightly moist. She ran her fingers through it then scooped out a handful. A worm hung off the side, wiggling its way back to the…

the jar and the flame

[experimental prose] Indira didn’t like electric stoves. They had no character, no life. They were artificial and didn’t understand what food needed in order to cook well. Gas stoves were filled with a life she could barely explain. For her, starting a gas…

on the green beach chair

The music started. Emanating from the office were tunes meant to soothe the inner beast. I walked to the doorway. His back to me. Moving slightly to the beat, tunes dancing around the room like fireflies on a warm night. He moves. I…

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