It’s the little things that make me think of you. (the smell of stale smoke, brushing my hair, the way the boy at the corner stood as he waited for a bus).…
Cultivating Softness (page 10)
Trinidad, A Love Letter
Tobago, I’m sorry, but you aren’t included in this letter. You are so wonderful and special and you deserve your own letter, but I am not the person to write it. Dear…
The End
Ah, yet another piece that i started years ago and never finished. It doesn’t even want to tell me when it was created…. but i think about 2 years ago? either way…
Flash Fiction Friday #3:
(no title yet…. i forgot what i wanted to call it : ) fff#3: (Starter) They never could get that right They never could get that right thought the old man wryly…
Flash Fiction Friday #21: Fresh To Death
fff#21: (starter) it wasn’t how fresh It wasn’t how fresh his mark was whenever he went out, or the way his shirt hung just right, or the way his jeans hugged his…
Flash Fiction Friday #31: Dat Is Obeah
Fff#31: (idea inclusion) witch, egg(s), cave This one is a lil bit different cuz i’m not really to use the words, more the ideas of them…. which is what i was supposed…
Infatuation: A Haiku
Watching from afar, i wonder what it’s like to be wrapped in your arms.
Flash Fiction Friday #30: Charmer
fff#30: (inclusion) snakecharmer, citrus, book(s) Not quite sure if i got what i was supposed to do quite right, but no scene 🙂 The snakecharmer plays his instrument and sways, serene, almost…
Fluff
I’m being very mean to these two pieces and posting them together because they’re both fluffy bits of silliness…. Like I like you. Stupid me. Stupid you. Me for liking, You for…
Writers’ Insomnia
I write best late at night. Maybe it’s the silence that forces me and my thoughts to spend some quality time together; a silence that is interrupted only by my fidgeting, or…