11.30.2011

"Gossip sits on their lips disguised as a smile." Darnishia Bolden . . . this woman has a way with words. Chique: Walking in My Own Shoes

11.26.2011

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EUNUCH!

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EUNUCH!

“There is a bit of beast within every man, regardless of culture or sainthood,” Kosey advised, releasing his lips from the rare smile. He glided towards her as if walking on air.

Jasmina turned her face upwards, giving her eyes Kosey’s full attention. The top of his head disappeared into the shadows of cloth, hanging from the ceiling, while his arms were folded behind his back. He leaned forward, allowing the light to frame his handsome face.

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Quickies!

Quickies is my definition for flash fiction. And I have many quick short stories coming to life inside my head. Stay tuned!

11.25.2011

Mya's. Poem.

i write like this . there is pain like this . deep inside past the corners prayer can't reach . pain with the nerve. PAIN with gall . grew roots and installed itself into a story . sprouted fingers and rubbed rubbed rubbed . with hands gripping tight . refusing to leave . ransoming time while purchasing space . took out a mortgage and pays every day instead of monthly . resurrecting Itself in a knightmare posing as a dream . i close my eyes and see his many faces . not Freddy Krueger's . i stifle ordinary sounds but still hear the clicky clack chatter of teeth . not the voice of Hellraiser deep . i feel heat inside my belly where the story cooks up . bubbling into my throat behind a prison of teeth . promised not to tell . not to tell . shhhhhhhhhhh . my words retch out in vomit . flush the truth down the toilet . late night when i know the Devil sits beside the furnace in the hall . licking sticky nervous fingers . i pee in the bed finding comfort in the warmth of yellow bladder water and white sheets . fearing the strumming, strumming strumming of fingers that used to play guitar . now he plays me . fiddling with a pink rose bud before the petals bloom . the smell of juicy fruit gum (sugared joy inside a sunshine wrapper) permeates the future memories of what used to be Sunday morning peppermint. godDAMN GOD!!!!!! don't you know roses are supposed to have thorns?

11.22.2011

Author Spotlight
In the spring and fall of a year, I have vivid, odd dreams. The character, Sterling Addison, from my novel "Small Pleasures: Mya's Story" came from my dreams. I'm considering fleshing him out in a novel primarily about him, since he's so misunderstood. For a whole year, I dreamt of Shaq, dressed in a white robe and always smiling – he never said a word. When I'd feel myself in dangerous positions, he'd appear - POOF - like a genie! Then another year it was Boris Kujo . . . Then one spring, the "man" in my dreams was a friend who is a police officer. Toy says that these men probably signify some form of guardian angel–ship . . . Though I have dreamed of women in the same capacity but they are always "strangers" (except for my mother) and they are always very thin and tall with paper white skin and very VERY black hair or vibrant red hair. From my dream of last night, the man was an online friend, someone I "met" on Flickr. While dreaming, I was shocked to find him in my dream at all! I haven't interacted with him in a while – we've never even met in real life. But in the dream, he was giving me advice about something that I cannot recall now. Dreams, what do they really mean :–)

11.21.2011

Free Ebook - flash fiction (quickie)

Chique A young lady seeks shelter inside a church after learning she is pregnant and has cancer.

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First Breath "Neither woman considered assisting my mother with the knife buried to the handle in her chest. They raced to the hysterical, screaming mistress, whose hands now wore dripping red gloves."