ALL CREATIVE NONFICTION, FLASH FICTION & POEMS

I married a Christian. This was unheard of in Guinea, where I was born. Unlike Guinea, Sierra Leone, where I spent my early growing...

In the room of my life there is chaos quiet desperation in my Grand Avenue apartment long scarves hang over the blue chaise lounge...

(Inspired by Bao Phi’s “You Bring Out the Vietnamese in Me”) You bring out the Hmong in me. The natural, sunlight-blond hair that...

At six years old, me and mine moved cross country, all our worldly things tight packed in a Ford Contour. Our black and white cat mewed...

INSIDE. OUTSIDE. That’s where I hid the bodies. Where else would I put them? Where else would they go? First, I hid the bodies inside of...

THE IRISH WELL WAS AN EARLY NINETIES ICON of bohemian extravagance and Irish culture situated in Saint Paul’s Midway area. It was a...

I WILL NEVER GET THE CHANCE to say that I am free because the shackles are now handcuffs and I’m labeled as a thief, and why? Because I’m...

When I don’t have anything to say, I don’t speak They say the meek shall inherit the earth, I’m not meek Don’t let anything hold me back,...

WITH EVERY PASSING DAY and with every passing problem I encounter with the president and the brutality of the police, my longing to visit...

my melanin, and how my skin contains its multitudes and how my melanin is my ancestors’ reminder to me: I was willed into existence. I...

My father and I used to go door-to-door delivering wafers in a tiny gold case. I imagined my father gave me this job to make me feel...

The lilting calls of the Muezzin before daybreak wafting through the still air early in the morning hours. Na Ni with tasbih in hand...