Author Archives: Where Stories Live

Check out my short short play, When Your Wing Man Is Your Mom, in the Drama Section of Molecule – a tiny lit mag – Issue 7 Fall 2022. https://moleculetinylitmag.art.blog

When I told a friend of mine that I’d written a book called Project Chic to Paulie, he asked, “What makes you a project chic?” I answered quickly, “I’m from the projects. I grew up there.” He shook his head in acknowledgment, but suddenly all the things I used to feel when I was a youngContinue reading “Project Chic To Paulie”

We are all fair game; children in strollers; police sitting in patrol cars; elders walking down the block; women asleep at home. Who do you see? Can you see me? My life? My worth? Am I enough for you to extend a kind word; a smile; a thought filled with respect? I see you inContinue reading “What Is A Life Worth?”

What happens to a dream realized? Does it fade into the background;  replaced by a longing for more? Or does it linger in a life filled with joy? Is it forgotten amidst a quest for survival? Or held near to our hearts like a first love? When our dreams become our reality do we appreciateContinue reading “A Dream Realized”

I knew I had you when I began to think on my own You comforted me when I could not fall asleep You pushed me up mountains I didn’t feel equipped to climb But I didn’t know how much I needed you until you were gone. Those years without you filled my mind with self-doubt Continue reading “Farewell, My Gift”

In The Silence I remember the music that seeps in through the open window I remember the voice of the son who dishonors his father I miss the helicopter searching for the latest criminal I miss the echo of a gunshot that misses a child I inhale the smoke of things I never dared toContinue reading “In The Silence”

5pm. Dark clouds held the sun hostage before the downpour, but he sat outside in the red chairs with his back arched as he savored his cigar and took long gulps of Evian. He checked his Cartier watch in-between glances of parents filling their phones with pictures of their children mimicking the fearless girl pose. Continue reading “Foreign Born; New Home”