topic: Monogamy medium: text By: Nancy Marshall So I wasn’t exactly monogamous when I was single. Maybe I was – in a serial sort of way. Did I have a choice? He wasn’t interested, or I wasn’t. Mr. Right had not appeared on the horizon, and marriage wasn’t an option. […]
topic: LOVE AND HEARTBREAK medium: TEXT Sometimes I become unsure of whether or not you happened to me. I remember finding you; much like a child comes across a particularly handsome pebble. Moving it with the tips of their shoes, examining its sharp edges and changing colors, they finally place […]
topic: REVOLT medium: TEXT The wind spoke of everything; its aura of distant dust bragged of a multitude lumbering slowly towards them; its gusts, like a hum and a ha, rising high and subsiding low, pinched their nostrils with the unwanted stench of the sweat of the horse and unbathed […]
topic: NEW FRONTIERS medium: TEXT With her feet bare and the street steaming, I imagine Vera standing outside the railway station, on the day she turned her fate around. Her departure was not about going somewhere, it was about leaving behind what was hers. It was a typical day for […]
topic: REVOLT medium: Text The border patrol guard knocks ash off his cigarette. “Close but no cigar-oh, muchachos.” A ribbon of smoke billows from his gun. A ribbon of smoke billows from his mouth. Gravity pulls the cashed cigarette from his lips, the butt falling end over end, falling and […]
topic: REVOLT medium: TEXT The facts remain: Mr. Bond lived in a Harlem apartment building at Saint Nicholas Avenue and West 113th Street; On March 5, 2009, Mr. Bond and some friends were moving a couch, wrapped in twine to keep the cushions in place; Two police officers in plain […]
Revolt Esmeralda poured, and then held the empty bottle aloft. The other crones, also swathed in black, sat in silence. The soldiers lifted their glasses. Esmeralda addressed the men. “This special vintage has been saved by our people for half a century, reserved for those fit to conquer us.” Her […]
topic: Monogamy medium: Text There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. The conclusion to what turned out to be her suicide note, her final goodbye. She had her demons and I mine, but we always had each other…even when we didn’t. There isn’t a moment […]