Monthly Archives: November 2016

If He Had Stayed

What if he had stayed? If all his sweet lies were strung together to form a bridge that he’d be willing to travel across, one way? What if all those sweet words you shared were more than gentle lies to … Continue reading

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Daydream Blackness

Because in this so-called “post-racial society” my oldest son, who’s working on his music degree at the University of Memphis, was walking to a benefit dinner for his fraternity and a woman who didn’t know him told him, “I don’t … Continue reading

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The Chameleon

I wear fear like the color of my skin. So much a part of me. The Chameleon. Settling inside skin too little for me to move in. Trapped. Trying to fool you with boasts of being unafraid. Like fear was … Continue reading

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Mutation

Our daughters are broken and we’re not trying to fix them. We’ve neglected them like discarded bodies and frames of cars that no longer run. We watch them being dragged by hair on national TV or pushed down stairs or … Continue reading

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