Woman to Woman
“I love you.” he said. Tarah, for whatever reason, just hummed softly while she cuddled up to him, as close as physically possible. Alex’s breathing began to even out, and the cloud of passion that...
View ArticleBlack Woman Cry
Black woman cry, black woman cry Sitting at home, many children to mine alone No one to give them food No one to lend a loan No husband around to help at home Black woman cry, Black woman cry First...
View ArticleHer Missing Fingers
Marjorie Blackman, a.k.a. Rasbaby, studied her left hand with its three missing fingers, and its sprinkle of brown spots and bulging veins. She counted nineteen of the accursed specks, then traced the...
View ArticleStrange Fruit
The villagers trickled onto the scene at six-thirty in the morning. No one could see beyond the yellow tape. They squinted over grey backs which barred off the yard to prevent them from entering. The...
View ArticleThat Laugh
In the backseat of a friend’s ’98 Rav4, on a black night with a malnourished moon, I laughed— the type of laugh that dominoes from one throat to the next until every person in the vehicle is gasping...
View ArticleSmitten
Another year, another love. Oh wait, nevermind. It’s just you again. Fallen for you again, Summer. You charm me with your wide, t o o t h y grin, promise me warm days, fat white clouds, sand...
View ArticleThe Legend of the Sea Lords
Long ago on a small island in the Caribbean a young girl named Freya went on a sailing trip with her friends. The sea was calm at first, but as they got further out to sea the rougher the waves got and...
View ArticleThe Night I Went to Cricket
Toot! Toot! Toot! Go Antigua go! Look at all those people! I had never seen so much people in my life, and everyone looked so happy. This was cricket, and it was my first time going to a game. Antigua...
View ArticleUnwanted Visitors
Under the house, our sanctuary against adult tyranny is infested by shrouded ancestors. They hover and flutter in dark corners, and eavesdrop when the sun drags its blanket over the island. We flee...
View ArticleBrown Girl in the Ring
For most of my childhood, I wanted to be the brown girl, The pretty brown girl in the ring. I knew I could never be the white girl, So I dreamt and wished to be the brown girl. Brown girl, with the...
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