This week I've decided to share a short story instead of my usual blog posts. Yesterday, I posted the first part of this story, so you already know Shauna is hunting for a job. I kept on writing because I was curious to see what would happen during her next interview. Turns out it was … Continue reading The Interview: Part II – A short, short story
The Interview – A short, short story
I didn't plan to write a short story. I never do. I'd like to be more intentional about it though and get much better at telling the stories of these characters who suddenly take up space in my head when I sit down to write a serious piece or while I'm doing the dishes. Here … Continue reading The Interview – A short, short story
Intact…A Poem
I recently read an article about a man who had physically abused his wife for twenty of the twenty-seven years that they have been married. He found religion and redemption in year twenty and they are now living in wedded bliss. It was hard for me to not sit in judgement of their journey and … Continue reading Intact…A Poem
A Seasonal Friendship (Fiction/Short Story)
I had introduced them to each other figuring that two high-profilers with a penchant for tanning and drinking sangria would really get along. It was uncanny how they hit it off instantly and we became a happy trio. Jenna could be reserved at times and her other friends were a bunch of snobby professionals who … Continue reading A Seasonal Friendship (Fiction/Short Story)
Jazz Singer (Poem)
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Jazz was an afterthought for me (Dancehall is my groove) but there was something hypnotic about live music under the stars at Devon House in Kingston. I would sit there transported, glass of wine neglected, almost in a daze, never wanting the night to end. Thank you for checking out … Continue reading Jazz Singer (Poem)
Realization (Poem)
Late one night, at a party, I witnessed an awkward exchange between a couple. He approached her, drink in hand, smiling casually, but a certain tension encircled them and was it clear that they knew each other intimately. As they conversed, his body spoke of apology and regret. Framed in the pale moonlight she was … Continue reading Realization (Poem)
On Matthew’s Eve
A few years ago, I was holidaying on Jamaica’s North Coast while Hurricane Matthew steadily approached. While the resort gradually emptied of its few remaining guests, I sought a last-minute massage before racing to the airport to catch one of the last flights leaving the island. There, at the oceanfront spa of the Jamaica Inn, … Continue reading On Matthew’s Eve
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