I'm in the early stages of creating a children's book called I Don't Fit.  I've dragged out some of my old paintings to inspire me and to use as backgrounds for some of the images.  Here's a painting from 1991, The Screaming Tree (c). 

And from 2002, Snaking Past Tre… Read full post »

“Haha, Sis, wish I coulda seen you kick Price’s ass. Aw, that the shit!” Donyair bent over, laughing his dick off. That the one thing I would have done different, made sure everyone who got my back saw me beat Price. You could of stood on the… Read full post »

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, asking me why I ain’t paying her no nevermind. She don’t need to know, and she better back off before somebody kick her ass. I ain’t trying to listen to her corny English class. She gonna make me lose my… 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 thinking she so tough, so high and mighty when I know she… Read full post »

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… Read full post »

Chapter Four: Kaye McCree

Nevaya so ungrateful, an anchor pulling me down drowning to the bottom of the Schuykill. Any snakes in that river, she put them there. She ain’t nothing, and she take everything from me. Think she gonna make me feel guilty just cause I wanna fix some food… 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, slice 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 claw… Read full post »

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 didn’t… Read full post »

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 »

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 getting… Read full post »