Chantal strutted onto the patio, glided down the stone steps, threw her lady-bundle onto the sun lounger, and faced the camera. The sun lit up her burnt sienna hair, accentuating her crème caramel extensions. She raised her arms and...

mellowing out I ease into the eveningholding tight to my soulwith blessings to my readersrelax exhale, breath inhalefeel the rhythm of the nightsurrender to its emotionkind is midnightthe world becomes silent for a momentholding its breaththen moves forward towards...

  The road I grew up on had a house that rarely got sunlight. A mossy little place swallowed in the shadowof a tree so enormousthat it seemed to shield that homefrom the outside world.The other kids called it a witch...

              “When a woman has a gun pointed at your jawAt that very moment her ass ain’t thinking about the law,            “She’s past emotions and on that level of being in her feelingHer only mission is your...