Piss and Death.

If he were to describe it to someone, he couldn’t. It was quick and it happened at a speed light couldn’t even compete with. He knew he would always remember these spilt seconds with the amount of accuracy people remembered tragic things. Donald saw a creature or whatever it was leap out from the scattered … More Piss and Death.

Three Stories.

1. I shifted my eyes from Nnamdi’s bulging tummy to his face as he rinsed it in the sink. I drew my wrapper up to cover my breasts. It was hard to understand, even though we shared the same room, how he could smile that widely and laugh longer than he lasted inside me. © … More Three Stories.


Musa alighted from a red station wagon. “I wish you all the best,” the driver, a grey-haired man with yellowed teeth and a generous amount of belly fat, said. Musa offered him a faint smile and nodded. The man started the car. “Allah be with you.” “And you too,” Musa answered. He watched as the … More Home.

Cheating Fetters.

“It was the first October of last year that I first met Katherine. Before I met her, I used to believe each year could only carry one October. She showed me how wrong I was. Your body, you see, is as much a case—a home, as it is a cage. To be truly free, is … More Cheating Fetters.


I saw the story published in the newspaper that was delivered yesterday. I didn’t send the story in, someone else must have. If I wasn’t the subject of the article, I may have believed everything in it completely. The only truth in the story was the fact that I was, because I no longer am, … More Threads.