Readers: This work of fiction has explicit details about pedophilia/familial child rape, abuse, poverty, and neglect. If this is something you think you shouldn’t read, please do not continue.
What of little girls who have no heart and no shine? Who carries the pain for them when breathing isn’t easy? Where are their Gods? Where are you, God? Nowhere to be found.
Phara was ten when her daddy laid up with her for what seemed like the thousandth time. He shuffled in one night, late from work, with Seagram’s Gin fresh on his breath as he panted his way down…
I don’t really care for summer; really, the only season I don’t suffer from allergies is winter. During spring, I’m a waterfall; my eyes itch and leak more than a faulty faucet. In summer, my nostrils dry up at night and it’s hard to breathe and in the morning, my nose does exactly the opposite. In autumn, the start of my favorite type of weather; my skin gets severely dry, so much so, that I itch uncontrollably because of red, blotchy hives.
But get this — it’s actually better than what I endured living in Georgia for many years before…
Do you have a favorite food or type of cuisine? I do . . . I am a lover of Italian food as well as seafood. Being that I’m from a coastal city (Savannah, Georgia), seafood was a big part of my upbringing. North Carolina now has a vast restaurant selection from which to choose when placing my seafood order to go and for this, I am excited. Having fresh, seasoned-to-perfection fish, shrimp, scallops, oysters, etc., nearby is important to me and my palette.
The photo you see above was taken on Saturday, July 24, 2021, shortly after I got…
After high school, you
knew where your heart was —
far away from me and everyone
else who loved you
but for a greater cause . . .
The Air Force claimed you
for twenty years and with
each one that passed, I
further admired my friend
who desired to do something
that scared the shit out of me.
You have always been a tackler
of the difficult, shifting out
of comfort zones and pulling
me away from things I clung
to for safety.
Risks were your forte,
they still are.
As a dreamer, basking in
the glow of others’
For us here in the United States of America, it’s summertime and in various states within this nation, temperatures are on the rise. Summertime, although a season I’d rather do without, gifts us with a ton of fun to be had.
When summer comes to your area/country, what do you like to do most? What do you love most about summer? What do you hate most about it? Please share your thoughts on summer using three words only.
I truly miss doing the above and I hope one day soon, I’ll be able to get back to…
The next morning arrived quicker than I could dream it up. Mama had been up well into the early morning hours making sure each cardboard box was taped, labeled, and stored neatly in the living room for the movers. Daddy gassed up his truck the day before yesterday, cleaned out the garage, and cooked us the perfect bbq meal last night. I can still taste that chicken — yummy. I slept so hard I couldn’t hear a single thing. …
the heart does not lie
whether male or female, I
am drawn to them both
I love who I am
it has taken some time but
I can say this truth
the best of both worlds;
it’s a gift to welcome each
I can’t choose just one
some may denounce it
others will call it unreal;
I believe in me
closet life was safe
light needs open spaces, though
I vow to stay free
the beauty of me
enveloped by my essence
love is love — always
*Bisexuality isn’t some “excuse” to mix and mingle with both men and women…
It is one of the qualities I find most important in the people I allow in my circle: loyalty. If you are not able to support me or stand by my side when hard times arise — we may not last as friends. And in turn, I should be able to do the same for you — be there, support you, lift you up when you’re feeling down, and help you in any way that I can. I don’t have to ask of these things from Jernee. She is my full support system and live-in love magnet. If ever I…
Mama’s got this sorta pink lipstick — it’s the color of a burnt storm-sky and it falls outta her clutch while she’s packing up the last box before we move to Hopeulikit, Georgia. I’m going to miss Summerville. All my friends are here and I really like my school.
Benny, the super sweet Filipino boy next door, is my best friend. We exchanged addresses. We’re gonna be pen pals! He’s learning calligraphy and I can’t wait to read letters from him. I’m both excited and sad about this.
I bend down to pick up Mama’s lipstick and for a moment…