I couldn’t recall any of the stories. All I knew were echoing voices, recollections about gypsies drifting between shifting realms of magical spheres in the insomnia of memory. They enchant the cities they invade and leave behind an illuminated rhapsody of time. “Do gypsies sleep at night?” I asked. “Why are you asking?” Grandpa said.
In the year of heaven’s lunar ecstasy, when all the things that mattered lined up at the moment of orgasmic delight, I found myself stranded on the road to utopia, wondering why my mother’s continent was exempted from the luminous joy of the world. The moon, in her patient empathy with my plight, laid before
(Preview) Chapter One A middle aged woman stood at the side of a roughly hewn out window by a mud baked wall, her brows furrowed as she gazed pensively at the arid, dusty environment on the other side. She was a tall, slender woman of ancient African Nubian origin. A gold encrusted headband tied around
Tearing Me Apart The real father of my children stared back at me. Somehow, I found the strength to utter the words. ‘You have to leave,’ I said. ‘I am falling in love with you and it’s tearing me apart.’ A pained look crossed his face. He let go of my hand and swallowed hard.
One-Way Street There was a lot of traffic on the way back from the hospital. I’d gone to see my sister and left feeling scared and worried. She was still in a critical condition and the consultant wasn’t giving anything away. Now I was running dangerously low on fuel. The possibility of breaking down
Best Laid Plans Thanks for a lovely evening darling.” Yomi said, as they walked through the door of their home. “It’s been a while since you treated me to dinner and a show at the theatre.” “It was nothing.” Sade said brightly. “I had a great time too. Would you like a cup of