I am going to try out something here on Medium: publishing a novel I’ve written, chapter by chapter. The extent to which I continue to publish it will depend on the interest my readers have for it. If you…
And here I was under the false impression that if you loved a woman and let her know you loved her, treated a woman well, let her know she was wanted and valued, did what you could to build her self-esteem, told her she was…
Walking to the Pehmin’s in a towel, I see a light coming through the glass sliding door. The Phemins are family friends who live in Little Rock, across the street from my grandparents. It is late — midnight, I think, it is so dark — but I go in…
Gina slammed the door and immediately began stripping off her hotel uniform, throwing the scarf on the couch, next to Dan, as she stomped across the living room. “I am so fucking sick of that place. If one more whiny-ass motherfucker came through that door…” Her blouse…
Will sat on his couch, watching T.V., wishing the phone would stop ringing. It could be his mom, or one of his friends, maybe even Liz, but it was ten-thirty-five and Jay Leno was starting, so it was probably Anne. Anne didn’t like Jay Leno, and she didn’t care that he…
Ron sat in the thick club moss, their tiny leaflets tickling his bare bottom. Or, they would have been had he not been preoccupied with the small gun in his hand, slowly turned by his nimble fingers. Beside him, motionless, lay the nude body of Julie. Tiny red…
Shelly looked between the tall grass, watching the lanky man vanish across the field, pushing his way through the foxtail grass, daisies, black-eyed Susans, and small flowers in pink and blue, scattered in patches. She lay back as he vanished into the woods. The sun…
The horizontally-challenged womyn member of the African Diaspora eased coself down onto the chronologically gifted, cosmetically different couch and turned on the television with the remote…
The first time I heard “Criminal” by Fiona Apple, I immediately thought of Patric. No, I immediately thought of myself. I recognized myself in that song, recognized in that song…
Kim stood on the bottom step of the three-floor apartment where she lived with her father, brushing a silent fly from between her and Tony before she kissed him. Her friend, Annie, stood on the sidewalk and pretended to look away. Kim liked being seen with Tony. He was in…