As You Are: My Husband, My Friend.

He sat beside the window and waved her goodbye. She watched him leave, her head following the dust of the boneshaker till it was all dirt and no outlines. In silence, she turned around towards whence she had come; through the ticket office, into a porch, then towards the small fence surrounding the bus station.  […]

Fat 2: Family Ties and Lost Love

From the balcony a chubby teenage girl in glasses noticed a blue van pull in through the rain. She put down the novel she had been so engrossed in but seconds before and took off her glasses. Downstairs she could hear her mom and dad rush outside, she watched as they placed an umbrella over […]

Junior, My Boy (et dissimulas pecatta mea)

This was my submission to the ADA open call for writers. I have always had an interest in the horror genre of film and recently began experimenting with some of its elements in my writing. Unfortunately my story was not picked; which is not surprising considering I still have a long way to go in […]

Ponks and the Skirts

For Bernard, who came up with a wonderful title for something “I could write one day”. I’m sorry its not a social commentary on youth trends and social yo yo, frankly the spirits led me somewhere entirely different, and particularly less relevant. I hope this makes you smile though.  It was a regular Friday evening […]

About Man, Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Fire.

Writers Note: There’s a fire in a pit, for some reason these are the first words that came out my brain when I opened word just now so that’s what I will go with. There’s a fire in a pit ….. When there’s a fire in a pit my son what do you do? Do […]

Rain, A Love Story

For Daasebre Dwamenah, who inspired the sadness inside me even before I knew what heartbreak was. Sing with the Angels, please. If the clouds darken and it thunders and you cant sleep When it rains and rains and the rain does not stop I will ignore my racing heart and walk through the rain So […]

Of Warriors Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Witch.

Writers Note:I miss writing, and its not often I feel this way.Many times I feel the opposite. Not a disdain for the creative process, a laziness towards it. I have ideas that have never seen fruition. Its interesting, in the end, most of my ideas never take form, the ones that do take form are the ones […]