*Interim while I have a new chapter ready, here’s a short story that will whet your appetite of what’s to come and everything I’m working on! Also, I haven’t edited this in awhile. It might be riddled with cliches and too much telling.
Josh and Ginger were in his bedroom, kissing. He slipped his hand under her shirt and squeezed her left breast – a little too hard.
“Ouch,” she said. “I like it rough but you’re hurting me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said through his breath. He loosened his grip.
They continued kissing as he squeezed it gently and squeezed again. He knew how far he could go before he got what he wanted.
“Ow,” she said again. “Stop.”
He smiled at her with a hint of malice and shoved her on her back. He grabbed the handcuffs in his back pocket and attached her hands to his bedpost.
Ginger relaxed. “That’s more like it.” She smiled seductively.
She has no idea why I like it this way. Continue reading
The phone rang, rang…and rang. And just when I thought it would go to voicemail, I heard a “Hello?”
“Hi,” I said. “It’s Jazmine.”
“Jazmine!” he said, his voice full of recognition and authentic surprise. “I was hoping you would call. I wanted to call you but then I realized I didn’t have your number at all.”
“Yeah, I realized that too in hindsight.” And also realized that we were Facebook friends (or maybe I imagined we were?) and he could’ve contacted me that way but alas, Facebook is not the real world.
I thought I would be much more nervous but I was calm, cool, and collected. At least I felt that way while talking on the phone with him.
His tone turned serious when he said, “So, how are you doing?”
I didn’t want to tell him my whole life story about my relationship with my mother, so I vagued it up.
“I’m doing okay. Today is better than yesterday. She’s getting buried on Monday.” Continue reading
Our conversation turned to more mundane things like what was happening in my life, love life, and miscellaneous topics you talk about with your parents.
Then I asked what I didn’t think I’d have the strength or energy to ask.
“When is she being buried?”
“On Monday morning,” he said. “Are you going to be there?”
I was going to tell him, “I’ll try to make it,” but realized if I wanted to heal, maybe this would help me get closer to getting closure with her.
I paused. “Yes.”
“You sure you’re okay to handle it?” he said, his gently eyes probing mine.
“Yeah, Dad, I’ll be fine.”
That settled it and we said our pleasantries. I told him I’d be exploring more of the city on Sunday and that I’d meet him at the cemetery on Monday morning.
He got up to leave but I stayed in the same place. Continue reading
When I look at my wristwatch, I noticed that time had flown. I was going to be late. I hopped on the closest subway to go to Williamsburg. Oh, Williamsburg, Brooklyn – how I miss you but am glad that I live away from you. As the saying goes, distance really does make the heart grow fonder.
I stepped off the Lorimer stop on the L train and walked on Union Avenue to the other side of the Brooklyn Queens Expressway (we just call it the BQE). In the Southside, there are two sides because the BQE divides them. For a long time I lived on the Northside of the BQE but then moved to the less gentrified version (at the time, in the nineties) of the Southside. Continue reading
Warm Bodies Book Cover
Author: Isaac Marion
Publisher: Emily Besler Books/Atria (2011)
R is a twenty something year old zombie. He wears a button down shirt, slacks, and a red tie. He even thinks and talks! His friend, M, is schlubby and talks too. He even makes jokes! These are not the zombies we are used to reading about. R and M live (or should I say loiter) around an airport in an unknown city. R collects human objects (like Ariel’s treasure cove) in a 747 plane. He listens to Frank Sinatra on a record player and actually sings along to the music. On a mundane trip to find food in the “city,” R meets and rescues Julie after ending Perry, Julie’s boyfriend’s life. What occurs afterwards changes the zombies as they know it. Continue reading
Author: Alice Walker
Publisher: Harcourt Books (1982)
This is the tale of two sisters – one, Nettie, is a missionary in Africa and the other, Celie, a wife, living in the South. Through letters, they share their lives, their hopes, their dreams, and their desires through thirty years. Celie manages to shake the abuse with the love and affection of Shug Avery, her husband’s ex-squeeze, and finds herself with Shug’s support. Continue reading
When I woke up the next morning, I saw my dad had called and left me a message. I didn’t feel like listening to it so I set the phone aside and checked my emails instead. I was never a fan of the Blackberry but when I got one, I understand why it’s often referred to as Crackberry – because it really is like crack! I can’t get enough of being plugged in twenty four seven. It’s not even like I’m working right now either.
I just got back from the Macondo Conference and I’m waiting on hearing if University of San Francisco will get back to me about teaching freshman English in the fall. Granted they would call me but it doesn’t hurt that I keep checking my emails, just in case.
After I check my emails, I check my account balances. So far, I’ll have enough to stay in New York for a bit before going back to San Francisco. Continue reading
Finally, after putting this important part of the MFA process off for a month or two, I have my full list (which might change based on requirements). Below, my current list I’ll be applying to: Continue reading
I recently went to see Stuck Elevator at the American Conservatory Theater recently. Having gone and seen Dead Metaphor, which for this New Yorker was DOA, I was skeptical about this 90 minute play about a Chinese illegal immigrant’s experience being trapped in a Bronx elevator. To say I was actually surprised to have enjoyed the picture was an understatement. The subtitles in both English and Chinese was a delight. I kept studying the Chinese characters and promised myself I would venture out and learn some Chinese when I had the time. The songs were catchy, melodic, and funny. The acting was absolutely superb. Additionally, the set design which consisted of a scant elevator fixture in the middle of the stage was utilized masterfully by every actor in the cast. Continue reading
I start an online Gotham Writing Workshop this week which excites me on so many levels. Not only is my current short story getting tighter and tighter with each re-write for MFA applications, but I will have more eyes looking at my work (and have the opportunity to contribute my comments to other writers’ work)! Continue reading