Hi all, I haven’t stopped writing short stories. I am writing consistently but submitting my stories to various publications. As a result, I cannot post them here. Please be patient (I’m trying to be) and keep checking in. I will post links to stories whenever possible. Thanks!
When Summer Edwards, the founder and Managing Director of Anansesem CaribbeanReads contacted me for an interview I readily agreed. Anansesem is a wonderful project, and I encourage budding writers of all ages to take a look. –Click here to read the interview.
Read “Knowing Face” in the December 2013 issue of the Cave Hill Literary Annual, Poui.
Originally published in the April 2013 issue of the St. Somewhere online journal. ‘I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.’ As she stirred the soup, she imagined that she was hitting him with each turn of the spoon. She watched her hands move in the remnants of daylight seeped through the kitchen window. …
Don’t try to hide, I know what you’re doing.
The letter lay on the worn wooden table. A single sheet of white paper, crisp and smooth except for the folds that allowed it to envelope a wad of US dollar notes. The notes gave off a rich scent that contrasted sharply with the dimly lit and sparsely furnished room.
The events in Connecticut last week made me just want to hold my kids close and reminded me of this little note I jotted down several years ago. I held him in my arms and I knew that I would never again be the person I was just seconds before.
Produced for WinnFM 2008 (Usual disclaimer – I don’t do poetry!) From the moment your baby is born from perfect planning or tragic strife, One pain ends, but another begins, they are our responsibility for life
Girl, is so nice of you to come and visit an old lady. Don’t sit down here, the heat in here is something else. Let’s sit on the front porch and catch some sea breeze.
Yeah boy, ah reach. The flight? Boy, you know how it is when you come home for carnival. From the time you get on de plane is like you done reach.