Read Part 3 here …Samaritan.   I found myself looking up at the ceiling, with my mouth greedily grasping at the humid, morning air.  “Thank God! It was just a dream…only a dream.”  I muttered into the pillow.  Gathering my wits about me I looked around the room.  It was my bedroom, I was certain.  The […]

Read Skin Walker, Part 2 Here “Did you hear about the girl who was killed several days ago?”  Asked Nate. I immediately shook my head in response. “No.”  But I had.  I knew the girl he was referencing.  I recalled those eyes, her eyes as they stared through me on that morning. “No matter how […]

“My husband and I had just moved into a new house.  Our old house only had three bedrooms.  My youngest son had his own room, but the girls had been sharing a room.  They were sleeping on bunk beds.   We just wanted more space so everyone could have their own room and not be on […]

Shorty’s the illest on the block, metaphorical pipe game, taught me life game, mind locked, attracted to the words coming out of the speakers, the notes and bars flocked, sparked the flame. Looking both ways before she crossed my mind.  The danger was inherent in the way she dropped her lines.   Rhymes always crispy, […]

It’s not too late – the glow of the Sun hangs, just inside the upper corner of the window,  just under the shade.  The gold topped leaves giggle and bob from the tickling of the Sun’s rays.   Bubbles float upward, undulating and rotating, under the rhythm of the music.  Faraday caged by rainbows shimmering […]

Turning my head sideways to view the city’s skyline. Its dark silhouette foreground to night. My feet level. Image blurs. Lines elongate. Leaning forward I pick up speed. Alessandra Blurr.   By malakhai jones (C) copyright 2016 on image and copy by malakhai jones