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Tuesday 6 December 2016

Salvage The Bones by Jesmyn Ward

Told from the perspective of a 16 year old girl, this story takes us through the days leading up to the catastrophe of Hurricane Katrina and into the beginning of recovery. But more importantly, it's a window into the lives of people who stayed in the path of disaster despite warnings and instincts and all wisdom to the contrary. It is a reminder that the choices so many of us take for granted are simply not available to far too many. It is a pointed reprimand for the divide between privileged and not.

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Tuesday 10 May 2016

Kindred, by Octavia Butler

What would it be like to know where we came from? How would we handle the complicated truths that make our ancestry something deeper and harder than fairy tales? Could we stomach the worst parts for the sake of the lives between those parts and our own - for the sake of our own existence?

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Tuesday 17 November 2015

Hello, Again

I owe anyone who's still following this blog an apology. Nearly two years is totally unacceptable. And long enough that I've mostly forgotten the older books I read.

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Tuesday 26 November 2013

Just Another Journey: Connect

Boon leaned back against the pitted cement of a bridge support, on hand holding a dollar-store notebook on his lap and the other flipping a free promotional pen over and over again.

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Sunday 17 November 2013

Just Another Journey: Settle

The drum he'd considered on that first bus platform never materialized. He had, however, managed to pull together a small collection of classic novels.

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Saturday 21 September 2013

Just Another Journey: Lullaby

She danced like a flame in front of an open window, mesmerizing and unpredictable. Her brown hair and faded orange scarf whipped around her body in an evocative counter-rhythm. A dark flame in the middle of a circle of cell phone lights.

She'd started in the dark, to the beat of a single plastic bucket drum. Joel, huddled with his one bag in the outer ring of the night's tent village, had stood and circled nearer to watch. He'd hung back as the first cell phones were opened, but as the impromptu stage formed, he'd let himself be drawn in until he crouched at the rim, slapping his own harmony on knees and pack.

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Saturday 14 September 2013

Just Another Journey: Initiation

A shadow fell across the age-stained pages of Joel's book.

"What's that?"

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Saturday 31 August 2013

Oblong

I've been gone for a while. The summer has been as chaotic as usual, and my personal commitments have, as predicted, fallen by the wayside in favor of larger goals. I'll come back with a little of what's taken my time (including possibly some pictures, since the spambots tell me I don't have enough of those on the site), but this is a quick post to let you know that a project I started working on about three years ago has officially been picked up by a new publishing house: Ellipses Press. I'm putting up the first of the promotional material here. It's a short story, and I'll be sure to update when I have an official release date and information about where it will be available.

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Ernie Johnson will do almost anything for Dianne Wright, his beautiful and brilliant girlfriend. She restores his faith in humanity and gives him hope. When she asks him to follow her into a fun house maze—her favorite place—he quickly agrees, but gets lost in the shuffle of mirrors. One in particular draws his attention and when he's pushed into it, he wakes up in another reality where he comes face to face with a difficult truth about himself. Struggling to come to terms with his guilt, and running from Dianne's revenge, Ernie must find his way back to the world he knows before he loses his life.

Friday 26 July 2013

Just Another Journey

The murky glow of street lights muted the night sky, hiding whatever stars might have been willing to shine on this place. The breeze kicked up and a greasy fast food wrapper skittered across the ends of his sneakers. A paper cup rolled over somewhere behind him.

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Saturday 20 July 2013

Grief

Moving week. It was never just a day anyways, and Kyle had a lot of things to go through. He stood up, arching his back and stretching his neck. Stephanie was at a friend's house for the day, or he would have asked her to dig an elbow between his shoulder blades to release some of the tension. Only her mother had ever been able to get into that spot any better.

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