Volume 1

First publication. A must-read!

Volume 2

-Paris attacks
-Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack
-Explore Your Hidden Talent

Volume 3

-From Junk to Jazz, Wearable Art
-Black Lives Matter
-50 Shades of Critics

Resistance [Non-Fiction]

In May 1968, the entire nation of France shut down.  I remember it. I thought it was amazing that an entire country could organize, mobilize unions, students, and citizens of all kinds, to make a statement of displeasure like none I had ever seen before.  DeGaulle left the country, only to return willing to make…

The Motherer [Poetry]

Sometimes, you just don’t know what to say. The underlying fear is, you’ll drive them away. The knowledge you’ve gathered over a lifetime, Means little, or nothing, on their timeline. If you spew what you believe is sage advice, They might respond with an air cold as ice. You implore them to value this one…

A New Journey with Jude [Non-Fiction]

In the winter of 2013, I came down with a nasty viral infection that I could not shake. What started out as mono turned into a chronic illness with regular bouts of pain, fevers, migraines, and extreme fatigue. Since my immune system was not functioning well, I was also vulnerable to the flu, which I…

Dorothy Dandridge: Rags, Riches, Rags, Appreciation

Pin-up beauty; Jazz Cotton Club Dancer;  Las Vegas Lounge Singer; Golden Globe Film Star.  Most importantly, she had that charm that drew the audience’s attention to her whole self.  She even had the personal friends and contacts like Marilyn Monroe, Pearl Bailey, Diahann Carroll, Marilyn Horne, Sammy Davis Jr, Cab Calloway and Duke Ellington.  She…

Avengers Infinity War: So, It’s Like That? [Spoiler]

So, I’m just supposed to accept this? Look, if you saw Avengers Infinity War, then I’m sure you’re feeling some kind of way about how everything turned out. In Marvel’s defense, they tried to warn us about the kind of movie we were going to watch when Thor and The Hulk were effortlessly handled by…

Ontology [Poetry]

We build our realities on just the skeleton of what we see, and we speak in hieroglyphics, and the prison door is open, but we sit in there waiting because after seeing the world through bars for so long, that’s the only way it looks right. Freedom ain’t no gift; it’s a curse; it’s a…

Say & Yanna [Fiction]

“Hey you, I brought your favorite candy,” Sayber said as she stood in the doorway. “You came!” Ayanna said, standing up after noting the voice of her best friend. She had been sitting hunched over; her freshly painted fingernails resting in her lap. She was wearing a paper gown with her dreadlocks twisted up into…

The Reunion [Poetry]

I met myself when I was twenty as a young girl long ago. We talked and listened to each other, understood what made us so. We were fond of friends and family. I remember that quite well. The arts and science, dance and drama–we enjoyed them, I could tell.   Yet, Dead End signs were…

Why Creative People are Crazy!

This article is meant to help you understand crazy people! And if you don’t think you work around crazy people, then you may very well be the person I’m talking about! This article is for your pure entertainment, because every now and then, we need to take a break from being so serious and stressed…

Lamenting Loves: A Duet [Poetry]

Our Symphony My heart beats like a metronome keeping time to our rhythmic movement as the tempo ever increases to the crescendo ending.     Between Us The divide between us cannot be measured by miles as I lie next to you in the darkness. Only inches between us, you might as well be a…

Dating? Again? [Anonymous Non-Fiction]

Dating. Now there’s a word I never thought I would be saying again! Let’s just say that I am at an age (not antique) that I would consider settled and comfortable. I have my circle of close friends, family, children, and grandchildren. Settled! Friends have, for years, tried to introduce me to nice men but…

All I Have is Me [Poetry]

When the problems and the pressures start piling up on me When the laments and the laundry get so high that I can’t see. When the hungries and the hassles invade my liberty It’s then I must remember that all I have is me. A husband may pack up or die; the kids will grow…