Get Me Out of Here

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No rules, no boundaries. Rules and boundaries are oppressive. Damian wanted to go where he wanted whenever he wanted. He wanted most to go where Inger was and get what was his.Continue Reading

an angel in shinseki Highway 95

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Things happen on Highway 95. It’s a lonely road where losing things isn’t hard. Charlie’s been down Highway 95 a time or two. Charlie hates conflict. When he feels it coming on his face squirms like a toddler with a dirty diaper. So he can be cajoled into helping beyondContinue Reading

Irredeemable Cover

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For the three sisters, Ophie, Inger, and Neesha, Charlie is irredeemable. He will never be forgiven. That Charlie is likely a baby Daddy to Neesha makes no never mind. She blames Charlie for everything wrong in her life. Charlie is innately racist to his dark core. Yes, the three womenContinue Reading

Special Price Just For You

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It’s a trope, “special price just for you.” It means you are about to pay too much for junk. Neesha’s brother had a line on a Nissan Frontier. He was going to buy it and drive it to the farm. All good, right? Nah. Maybe other writers can get paidContinue Reading

Gathering snow storm A Gathering Storm

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There is a gathering storm in the farmhouse. The contratemps between Ophie and Neesha blew through like a summer monsoon. Neesha started online classes in agriculture with Virginia Tech. She left Blackwood for Richmond before applying to VCU. Another “fire! erm . . . too late to make ready andContinue Reading

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The fashy world of black block and a polite arrest record of protests is folly for a family trying to stay afloat in the coal hills of Wise County, VA. Neesha has deep hillbilly girl roots. She’s from the same southwestern corner of Virginia that Charlie’s kin are from. Charlie,Continue Reading

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Back then, Charlie was all that. High school football, adored by cheerleaders, Honors Society student, courted by Ivy League schools, the beaux of Ophie, who was the sought-after bell of the Bal du Bois. He was top ten with a bullet. Today? He lives in the staff dorm at aContinue Reading

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Neesha started it. She is white. Not just caramel brown with kinky blonde hair. Full hillbilly white—straight blonde hair, blue eyes, 115lbs, 5’3″ . . . bra size? You sick bastard. Hips? Don’t, just don’t. You misogynist, evil sycophant of the patriarchy! Neesha identifies as black and you are racistContinue Reading

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Charlie neglected the house. His presence was evident in the takeout boxes, snack wrappers, and empty Diet Pepsi bottles. At the eye of the storm of Neesha’s life is a love of artful interior design. Neesha needs a beautiful nest. She lives in Gilpin Court. Gilpin Court is awful. It’sContinue Reading

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I’m too nice. I believe in the basic goodness of man. What a good Christian man does is confess his sin and repent. Neesha . . . not so much. Neesha love is poison. She is evil. I tried visiting her at Chippenham Hospital’s Tucker Pavilion. It didn’t go well.Continue Reading