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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 When We Were One: http://bit.ly/wwwoebook
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. Glass. The other one came off when I was trying to swing […]
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 in “foreign,” the place the locals called America. As King, Jr lay […]
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 now 2214. A hunched back old woman ambled into an antique store […]
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 wanted to save memories of my uncle and our moments in the […]
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 ground. It fell from her soil filled hand to the ground and […]
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 stove was somewhat of a ritual. It was like genuflecting to the […]
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 walk in, notice the green beach chair. Again. It sinks to the […]
