Kassidy James sighed as she tossed her sky blue backpack onto the piano bench that sat in the center of one of the thirty-something practice rooms in the music building of her college and smoothed... [+]
Short Fiction
5 min
Kassidy James sighed as she tossed her sky blue backpack onto the piano bench that sat in the center of one of the thirty-something practice rooms in the music building of her college and smoothed... [+]
Who could have guessed that life could become livable again when the Covid-19 hit.
My husband and I became deeply affected when on December 26, 2019, I went into the hospital for emergency... [+]
p class="p1">The man in line behind Alice wore a navy suit with well-shined shoes. It was six in the morning and Heathrow was waking up; the duty-free stores were still shuttered, their roll grills... [+]
In the dining room, on the sofa of its alcove—that nook in the wall—you sit, Tyree, your legs crossed, your back arched, catching moonlight; again, you are thinking of me.
“Beatrice,”... [+]
p class="p1">I stood in the corner of the room, enveloped in darkness, as I stared at the old man on the bed. His eyes unfocused, his mouth stuck open unable to be closed by the frail muscles of his... [+]
When I was left at home sometimes, I let the fire go
out for the simple pleasure of watching... [+]
the new normal ushers an era
of the unseen peripatetic foe
etched into living memoria... [+]
Black, Yellow, Brown, your shade of fate begins, how early did your fight begin? Predestined by... [+]
Racism
You are
A breathing wound imprinted upon God’s creation
Carved into the... [+]
The sound picks up,
The violins get louder.
Their thoughts move back to that night at... [+]
I had kept myself up at night worrying about college from the age of five. At the time, I hadn’t even known anyone who went to college or anyone who was planning to. I first heard about college... [+]
I
Savron is only performance art
For the actor is him
And he is them.
Savron is only them
For they are only him
And I am only Her.
We are together one... [+]
“Another day, another dollar,” Jenn sang to herself as she slid into the driver’s seat of her Toyota Sienna, closing the door behind her with a soft thud. She mounted her phone on the... [+]
The engines whirred in the darkness. Jones could see their scarlet glow, dimming and brightening in time to the thrum, which meant the gears inside were still turning. Still alive. Almost like the... [+]