Selected writing






“Don’t move too much,” she said. “You’ll only feel the first pinch.”

“The Journey” 


Saya Woolfalk: Field Notes From the Empathic Universe,  edited by Tricia Laughlin Bloom. The Newark Museum of Art, 2022.
fiction
Filed under:
soil, biota
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“The image is enigmatic. But only to the uninitiated and unlearned. Those of us in the know will find it difficult to overlook the charge of desire radiating from these unnaturally bold colors.”
    

“On Eliot’s Flight” 


A Gathering, edited by Shani Strand. New York, NY, 2021.
fiction
Filed under:
atmoshphere
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“The sculpture freezes the frame, capturing a sense of suspended animation. Will we ever press play? What happens then? Whose side are you on?”

“Whose Side Are You On” 


The Protest and Recuperation, edited by Betti-Sue Hertz and Sreshta Rit Premnath. Wallach Gallery, Columbia University Press, 2021.
fiction
Filed under:
atmosphere
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“Those were the days, as they say. I do not quite understand why this is said so often. I suppose some speakers of these words are looking back to something lost, something changed unfavorably, so the words begin a lament.”

“Lou Walker Road” 


Black Renaissance Noir, New York University, Vol. 18 Issue 2, Fall 2018.
fiction
Filed under:
soil,
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“Beneath the hills were the cows, so we watched them.”

“Jacob’s Lake” 


Black Renaissance Noir, New York University, Vol. 18 Issue 2, Fall 2018.
fiction
Filed under:
water, soil, biota
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“There was a hill. Sam hugged his knees as he fell from the high bank, slapped the water, and disappeared.”

“Walking Water” 


Black Renaissance Noir, New York University, Vol. 18 Issue 2, Fall 2018.
fiction
Filed under:
water, atmosphere
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“Reaching our distance: bongs from Bongo the drummer, most likely—Bongo even though he drums an Ewe drum.”

“Going to the Wiley Opening” 


Kehinde Wiley: A New Republic, Brooklyn Museum/Prestel. 2015.
fiction
Filed under:
water, atmosphere
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“I sat the buckets together, rolled up my pant legs and stepped in”

“Two Buckets Back East” 


Book Club Book, Future Plan and Program, 2011.
fiction
Filed under:
water, atmosphere
read, purchase