Exploring Black experience through story
By Shertease Wheeler: JOY-- Look at her belly, all swollen, bursting with the freshness of new love. This is the third time for her. The third time she’s complained, not about the feelings of continued wonder as a women may feel when carrying life, but of the burden that has suddenly been cast upon her.... Continue Reading →
By Shertease Wheeler: I surf on the crowded trains, steady, to keep from falling into the abyss of grime. I weave, like a threaded needle, in and out of human traffic taking care of caution and aware of time. I sit and stare into the blank souls of strangers, wondering of their most secretive thoughts Then... Continue Reading →
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