THE LAST MAN KNEELING The man in the painting was nameless, but he knew three things for certain: 1. He was depicted kneeling on a plush red carpet, his face locked in a stern expression as he gazed into the flickering flames of a grand fireplace. 2. The artist who had brought him to … Read more
Theo had been staring at the same sentence so long the letters bled together. Lineage in Postmodern Black Poetics. He mouthed the words once more, flat and sour on his tongue. His coffee from the bodega on 121st sat cold beside him, the surface gone slick and oily, but he drank anyway. The radiator groaned … Read more
A charming village rested beneath a veil of morning mist, where an ancient oak tree stood proudly. Its branches twisted like gnarled fingers, cradling memories that danced beneath its leafy canopy, whispering secrets of days gone by. A young dreamer often found solace beneath this venerable tree, sharing tales filled with nostalgia and hope. She … Read more
We’re alone out here. No one is coming to save us. All the nights we stare up at the stars. No more pollution crowding the skies and yet, it doesn’t feel different. It really doesn’t. Sure, there are more stars to see and sometimes they blink back. But what good does that do us? We’ve … Read more
“Woohoo! We are going on a vacation!!” we sang. My family was the type of family to always have a party. Back then when things weren’t so complicated… I was sprawled on the seats in the back of the hot minivan, but that was before I knew what that one flight could do to my … Read more