A Stranger At A Bus Stop

A traveler at a bus stop, miles away from home. Waiting to clean his shoes, beer in hand because he hasn’t had one for thirty days. Life of a tugboat captain, he laughs. A Mississippi accent rolls off his tongue as his stories do, Voice cracking like ears of corn off a stalk, his handsContinue reading “A Stranger At A Bus Stop”

My Father Isn’t White

my daddy passes for a white guy I giggled as I told some story explaining why my sisters and I looked like a color comparison strip in the makeup aisle no he doesn’t my white friend said my face burned for a second and I changed the subject Why was I embarrassed? I had neverContinue reading “My Father Isn’t White”