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  When I was a little girl I used to ask, “Dad, what does ‘can I get a witness’ mean?” Growing up…

I’ve written short stories for as long as I can remember. If I re-read them now they go from being painfully hormonal,…

On a dark and cold December night that mystified the looming melancholy stretching its wings over the starry blanket, yellow street lights…

Somewhere in the green Taiwanese mountains, above the clouds on a hot August day, I was sitting at a lunch table in…

If my heart could write forever, What would it say? Would it just make musings of the pretty shapes on pretty paper…

When I was an afterling, a young one without knowledge, I imagined the bad things were confined to the dark. It granted…

As a woman, people hate when I don’t smile As a black woman, people hate when I smirk A knowing smile Should…

Featured Artwork: Yasmine Gateau On May 17, 1954, the Supreme Court of the United States of America gave its decision on the…

I never really bought into the mythical “falling” into love. I believe in the mystical “rising” into love. The fairy dust of…

In our world, time is so little. Our biological clock ticks every day as we wake up each morning to take on…

Some sex workers Are independent, self-employed Negotiating the game With the forgotten, or unenjoyed Wide lens teaches Wisdom settles into bed “Every…

truth shifts to trust with one required base pair reassignment. … trutH; drop the grand Hoax shush the lies to self and…