|2004 Publications
Youth Loses Identity • Pindeldyboz
Food Court • rumble
Space Invaders • Available here
Originally published at The Pedestal Magazine, 2004.
Good Neighbor Policy • 3711 Atlantic
Can I Get A Witness • Available here
Originally published at Front Street Review, 2004.
Midnite Owl • Write
This.com (*Reader Advisory: Strong language)
White Rabbit • Available here
Originally published at Fiction Warehouse, 2004.
Fan
Finale • Outsider Ink
Dejavue knows her mind is playing tricks. Nobody behind her on the staircase has said a word. Nobody calls her young lady anymore. Nobody has a voice like Mr. G.
Traffic
Control • Clever Magazine
Did he detect indications of pot wafting from the foreclosed property next door? No. More like testosterone and sweat. Bird eased
back into parking position. Better give the community college multi-gender track team—all fifty of them—the right of way.
|2003 Publication
For a few seconds only, time is suspended in the old-fashioned living room of this sturdy residence along a quiet thoroughfare. The ramrod old white man, the humped-back very old white woman, and the short-legged brown and white terrier stand like a tryptich surrounded by their own solitude and the meditation of the Negro student. Then they step out of one another's thoughts and move and speak in real time.
All
That's Fit To Print and Couples
• Muse Apprentice Guild
Serendipity gets international terror courtesy of the BBC. She gets homeland security from National Public Radio. She gets Broadway bullets by The Times on the Web. She gets the Philly low-down via mouth-on-foot.
Streams
of Conscience • Melic Review
Barely finished with the honeymoon, Phillis cooed that it
was never too early to practice child safety, and Raymond winked,
confident they'd have a little ray of sunshine by next year.
Living Doll • Available here
Originally published at the3rdegree.com, 2003
The camoflaged closet folded back like a fan. The female detective
gasped. What billowed out—she never would have imagined!
Graduation
Day • Tattoo Highway
I know you're not a kid! I know I didn't march down the aisle!
You want me to call talk radio for an answer?
Call Accounting • Available here
Originally published at Wired Hearts, 2003.
Emerging from a somber line of late-filers, the mother
had greeted her daughter like a friendly neighbor who had moved
away years ago.
| 2002 Publications
Sugar
and Spice • Pindeldyboz
Free suppressed a sigh, her whole body alert like a spy.
Minutes hung, swaying heavily like a corpse.
Bussing
• Moxie Magazine
Little Suit counts couples...Little Suit is coordinated with
herself...Little Suit is pleased.
Authority’s
Witness • Available here
Originally published at Circle Magazine, 2002.
His father said he was lazy. Then his father said he was semi-autistic.
Then his father said he knew "stuff."
This
Is Not A Questionnaire • Inkburns
He rang the doorbell. The old lady could see him
from the windows.
Was she suspicious?
No. She knew him. A local boy. From a family with
a lot of cancer.
Close
Calls • Word Riot
PLEASE COME BACK HOME. Forget your five-year lease with
a promise of no rent hikes for a decade.
Miss
• Moondance
She felt exposed, naked before the eyes of strangers, even
though they were women just like her own mother.
A
Mid-Century Homily • Clever Magazine
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"
The mother's voice, a hammer, is right above Smart's head.
Domestic Help • Available here
Originally published at Feminista.com, 2002.
One day Child's adolescence clicked on and flickered. Like the flip
side of a Top 40 hit. Dead air. Not even static. The mother worried
and cooed over the baby; the father was solemn and cool. For months
the two of them just paid bills, bought stuff, got up in the morning.
Then one night the tiny apartment exploded.
Aftertaste
• Moxie Magazine
She had the unemployed divorcee blues. The second cup of coffee
was a stall...
| 2001 Publications
Tumbling
• In Posse Review
1976. turn from the window, your mind is a swollen fist. a
scream of streets.
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