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Archive of posts published in the category: creative non-fiction

the potential for a memoir

One of my advisors a year ago encouraged me to write a memoir based on a writing prompt during one of our residency workshops. He was so enthralled by what I had written within the ten minutes given, he promptly shared his excitement…

i want to tell you something

i want to tell you something. i want you to know how sorry i am that i could not save you. maybe it was never my job. i don’t know. all i know is that i wanted to see you flourish in a…

there is no place like home

Writing Prompt: Our House What are the earliest memories of the place you lived in as a child? Describe your house. What did it look like? How did it smell? What did it sound like? Was it quiet like a library, or full…

inside myself

Find me inside myself. Search there. Sometimes I’ll hide behind my cousin who died when I was about 14 years old. Or my sister who died 9 years ago. There you will also find me searching for my grandmother and stepfather, who both…

papers

i tossed papers into the fire. the words that turned to ash rose higher than their importance, but i still feel free now, from those words that tell truncated stories of who I was 25 years ago. i am not that skinny girl…

in the land of scattered memories

An excerpt from my memoir. ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ 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 built with his bare…

jamaica…land of…

There was so much to see on my trip home. The last time I visited my family in Jamaica was around 15 years ago. The land, as expected, was lush in the countryside and weighted down with asphalt and concrete in the cities.…

complex simplicity

As my plane flew over Cuba, bound for Jamaica, I began to feel the pull of a long ago home, one that remembered me more than I could remember it. I landed on over 4,000 square miles of fragile paradise, not knowing what…

in the land of scattered memories

I was pleased to learn that my memoir excerpt was posted to AfricanVoices.com. What a lovely literary magazine. http://africanvoices.com/avblog/in-the-land-of-scattered-memories

fleeting thoughts about mama

My grandmother died in a bed, in a room, in a house, in the North Bronx, in New York, in America, far from her island of birth, Jamaica, West Indies. She wanted to be buried there, on a small hill amidst jackfruit and…

the awareness of details

It’s 6:10am. I don’t usually rise this early. This morning felt different, however. I had an urge to get up and write. Through my shaded window I can see the sky turning from a deep dark blue to a light pale blue. The…

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