A story I'm working on

Burning flesh, crying babies, dead fathers, and missing sisters. Videotapes, and videophones, and media outlets, and and gun laws, and...

I’ve seamed the flesh of my daughter with ancestors’ cotton. Through her will be the rebirth of grandmother. And of her mother,...

In times of joy I look for her face in the crowd yet I see only bleak visions of woman surrounded by a world of unwanted infatuation and...

I remember meeting you in the fall. Time seemed to pass a little slower when we’d hold hands And when we’d talk it’d be hard to stop or...

The prickly goosebumps tethered to the surface of my skin foreshadowed misery long before we could. And now death seemed to be the only...

I don't think I want to be like my parents anymore. I mean, I’ve went through my entire life just sort of mocking their existence,...

There was a Black woman in the sky. I found her tumbling across the horizon, soul split into two dimensions, head first into the sun. The...