In your 36th year you will learn what its like to die and watch all that you built and your father built be dismantled. Continue reading Synopsis of a story
I sit alone by the window in silence … Continue reading A Yearning.
Should I have rather less randomly
yanked you by your thorny stem
and left you in the garden
among the Jaqards, Buttercups, and Peone?
like the scent of a thousand nights
Spent beneath the sheets with lips locked and pressed
So gently and so deep to her silky skin
And she stood above them on the ledge looking down Dropping petals from marigolds and Pansies and a rose … Continue reading Destiny’s Child
Green eyes that once were blue, afraid to look at my face in a mirror when I was a teen. Continue reading Memoir.
You become numb, detached, and distant. You don’t shiver. You ache. Continue reading Discrimination.