We slip into the boat in the heat of darkness, aiming to cross the river that is a ribbon of quiet. The mist rises from the water’s...

Those moments are slipping and sliding in my mind, like a muddy red dirt slope in rural Georgia where I grew up after a rain fall… pine...

THE SECRET “You are the love of my life. And you are such a bitch,” he said, slurring. He was in an Uber on his way home to his wife...

Here I am, writing about people that are discarded by individuals and by society, and yet there I found myself, dancing at a reggae bar...

“You are a damaged animal. You are broken. You are ruined. There is no hope for you.” She heard those words in a low snarl, standing in a...

He pushed her onto a shuttle bus, the one they had been waiting for seemingly an excruciating period of time, that had finally made it’s...

“I’m so sorry,” he said, when walking into my short term sublet garden apartment in Bedstuy on a cold dark night. He held a rose in his...

I sat in the back of the 2005 Toyota as I had been for the past several hours, other than a few brief stops made for food and bathroom...

He walked out of the unlabeled Scott Street warehouse venue, leaving behind his group of friends, music that he deemed to be fairly...

Some statements made about me by men I’ve dated: I am more interesting than you. You are 32? Why aren’t you married? What’s wrong with...

They walked downstairs in their beautiful Brooklyn home, as she'd asked to have a private word away from his friends who had showed up...

I watched him lounge on the bed in his 6th floor studio apartment overlooking Houston Street in the Lower East Side. The room was cast in...

“One person’s trash is another person’s treasure—no offense,” K said to me in a way that was full of strength, empathy, with the hint of...