Hey all, I'm taking a temporary detour from blogging my novel.  A couple hours ago, I was sitting on the steps of Portland, Maine's City Hall, watching a press conference in response to the voters of Maine deciding against equality for all.  Alas, the microphones did not work, and we had… Read full post »

Chapter Eight: James Price

It is not entirely her fault. Nevaya simply does not understand, but she will someday, under my steady hand. Do not be mistaken. I am not some common child molester. Those monsters do not care about children; all they do is cause harm. I care about my… Read full post »

Chapter Seven: Nevaya Briggs

Ms. Dee all in my business again, askin’ me why I ain’t payin’ her no nevermind. She don’t need to know, and she better back off before somebody kick her ass. I ain’t tryin’ to listen to her corny English class. She gonna make me lose m… Read full post »

Chapter Six: Chardae John

I hate Nevaya - she think she so smart acting like she know everything the way all those nasty Richard Allen bitches do, but she worse, she smarter than most of the teachers, but she thinkin’ she so tough, so high and mighty when I know she… Read full post »

Chapter Five: Nevaya Briggs

Got tired of waiting for the bus home. Over half an hour, and the only bus I saw all packed full and wouldn’t stop. I didn’t mind the long walk, but I felt too exposed out here. This ain’t my neighborhood. Need to hide. Don’t want no… Read full post »

Chapter Four: Kaye McCree

Nevaya so ungrateful, an anchor pulling me down drownin’ to the bottom of the Schuykill. Any snakes in that river, she put ‘em there. She ain’t nothin’, and she take everything from me. Think she gonna make me feel guilty just cause I wanna fix some f… Read full post »

That night, I had that dream again. Every time, I run down the hall and shove a kitchen knife in mom’s belly, slit open her womb and crawl back in, try to breathe water again and lock out the world. But her belly water turns to acid. I try to… Read full post »

Chapter Three: Nevaya Briggs

Fuck I gonna do now? The whole world saw me break a bottle on Chardae. It all her fault. She made me do it. I wanted to wait, told her to wait, so we could fight later, where no strangers could get in our business. I… Read full post »

Chapter Two: James Price

These kids are me. I mean, my kids are me. They are not “these kids.” I am responsible for them, so they are mine. “These kids” sounds as if I do not care for them, that I want them to be someone else’s responsibility.

Just like so… Read full post »

I am so glad those bitches don’t know about my favorite place in Fairmount Park. Nobody know, even though it not really that far away. So many people I know scream they heads off at the idea of walking more than a few blocks, They just wanna stay home, drink they… Read full post »

Why you asking me where we are? You oughta know this is Killadelphia, Filthydelphia, The City That Smacks You Back. We in the North Philly Badlands. Don’t ever tell me what we should do, what would make good sense, cause good sense never happen here. Forget you ever learned those two… Read full post »

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones. –

Psalm 137:9

Chapter One: Nevaya Briggs

Yeah, I just threw Chardae down the stairs, so what? I don’t give a fuck.

My boo died a year ago today. Nobody got no business gettin’ in… Read full post »