$5.99 headphones over my ears. The black foam ear pads are brittle, dusting on the shoulder of a sad, confused, adolescent girl. I am laying on my back on a twin bed of our second floor apartment. … More Slippin’: My Tribute
Very easily who I was and wanted to become wasn’t important. I am not sure if I ever learned for it to be. I stayed in survival mode. All I knew is that I could not go back home to the Bronx. … More Toxic Workplace: Divergence
My value is often assumed, denied or ignored. As a forever student and researcher I realize the problem is not me. It is how limited my understanding was. I needed to adjust my understanding of myself, this world, the types of people in it, and the history of the systems in place. … More Toxic Workplace Aftershocks: Recommendations
Liv could feel the the rush of heat expand inside, outward through her skin. She knew breathing didn’t help. Neither did reminding herself to breathe. It was a just mistake. She made it. But Liv’s body has this habit of defying her brain’s logic. … More What’s In A Name
I pass him in the lobby on my way to the store. His smile is a missile that both stops and jump-starts my heart. He says what’s up. I try not to cheese. I wait till I pass him, and flippantly ask over my should, “You gonna be here for a min?” “Yeah, imma be right here.” … More Time, Rain and Concrete
Tracks…
They lead to that small hut. Inside is the fire blazing, the black round pot being stirred. Quiet child soundless as her braid tied tightly relying on her back. Plain dress and Brown shoes all hush. The fire crackles for life. … More Bear Creek
Olivienne Spencer 