Unguarded Thoughts

It took about 32.53 seconds after the call disconnected for her to realize her life shifted permanently and she would always be after and no longer before. And was that call really 37 mins and 17 seconds? Would the omens not leave her alone? 3, 17? Could these numbers hold any more significance for her? … More Unguarded Thoughts

Lose Control

I hope this evokes something for you   He saw her in a light blue summer dress that was modest enough in this heat and thought “I love her smile” but never thought beyond that. After all, they were both in yet a third country neither one of them lived in (because flights were a … More Lose Control

The Neighbors

The scent was always the same. If she preparing a seduction for him, she sprayed herself with this indescribable perfume. It had citrus and musk and wafted through the vent to my condo. If it was spontaneous, I usually heard a deep bass whispering in Kreole although I never knew what his words meant. To … More The Neighbors

Lingering…

“You linger in my mind every time I talk to you,” he told her on their last marathon phone conversation. Since they spoke on the telephone so sporadically, and saw each other in person even less, she knew he meant what he said as fact. But… He wounded her. Deeply. That’s why she had him … More Lingering…

Transformation

Much respect to bell hooks, but she has it wrong. At it’s core, aren’t love’s extremes are a violent vortex of peace and of passion? Violent emotions that exist perfectly balanced in the chaos of paradox. Violence that makes us act irrationally – willing to give up our lives to protect those we love or … More Transformation

Down the hole

His mind worked like no other she had seen before. For years, conversations flowed from discussions of existentialism in one breath to Dr. Seuss in the next. His love notes were Wikipedia articles on math theorems because he knew how much she loved reading them. She was the poet and he was the thinker. A … More Down the hole

Watercolors

It was the rhythm of our city that the outsiders could never understand. The chocolate city was home to the original quiet storm and we both remembered nights of listening to melvin lindsey. you preferred the ibex, but i loved to shake it in the black hole but we both could never resist the conga … More Watercolors

Frustration

It was plain that he was into me.  His body language screamed “I think you are cute.” from the way leaned into me and the way he always tried to touch me.  I wondered why I kept leaving him with me winding up frustrated.  I mean, was I not putting out the signals?  The girls … More Frustration

The Commute Part 2

We rushed into the packed A train heading downtown from 145th and St. Nick. Packed in with the other Monday morning commuters, we both were tired and didn’t want to face the day ahead. Nobody on the train wanted to be heading to work and everybody looked like they could use another 2 hours of … More The Commute Part 2

The Player

Harleigh was tall with waist length locs that were a deep espresso color. His skin was the color of dulce de leche and looked like if you licked him, he would definitely taste like caramel. His body definitely said that he was athletic but didn’t spend all his time in the gym. He and I … More The Player