Interviewed for Spillwords Press ‘Spotlight On Writers’ Series!

I am truly grateful to the team at Spillwords Press for taking time to interview me for their "Spotlight On Writers" series! Read on to learn a little bit more about what aggravates me, what inspires me, and what defines me.

Night Life

The sun is luminescent overhead. The man is pale, an albino with golden eyes. He dons a broad-brim hat of woven grass. The brim is dyed red. He digs in his pockets for the key to the house; it barely fits because of the rust. The battered door creaks inward. Dust and bottled love make his nostrils flare. Legend sniffs to clear the tears from his eyes . . .

Growing Up

She watches me with keen eyes hollow with wistfulness. I try to speak to her when I find the courage, but she never answers. I think she is mute. Her silence intimidates me . . .

Room 906

A gentleman but not a gentleman was what Edward always was, given the 'no smoking' signs pasted to the ghastly lavender walls.

Edward Said

"Is it true you do not spank me because I am blind?" Father said nothing. Only his breathing sounded as Miles' heart sank. It was true, after all. It was not love; it was because he was blind. Disabled. Different. 

Burning Heart

He was ten years old and already running from the blaze on the horizon where his parents and siblings, servants and friends burned in the flames.

Village Of Slaves

The place smelled of the smell of sadness; salt mixed with ashes and dead rose petals. A cloak of tragedy settled over all those who entered to walk the paths between the burial plots. 

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