Fiction

We are the Gray- Prologue

“It is not our nightmares that haunt us, but the decisions that hold us hostage.”

Chapter Six

Wa-Le-Lu

Ask questions from your heart and it will answer you from the heart…

Wa-Le-Lu

I ran downstairs curiosity burning inside me. Standing in our front door my mother had her thin arms folded with a frown stretching across the wasteland of her face. Montega in front of her had his buff arms crossed as well. Your traditional stand off when two families have yet to come to terms with facts. He’s…

Chapter Two

We are the Gray

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We are the Gray — Chapter four

Paris — Magic man

We are the Gray- Chapter Two

Chapter Five

“With all things and in all things, we are relatives.”

Four

“I will follow the white man’s trail. I will make him my friend, but I will not bend my back to…

Dear readers,

If you have been following me this far thank you. I have a story in draft mode- I don’t know the title of it yet but its been shared…

From down under

Poetry is like a muse of words twisting away from our mouth. We are the weavers of our own design. We are the weavers of our soul. Here lies my story spoken in the words of a unique unicorn who strayed too close to the sun.