I hope to have a new interview up in the next few weeks, and I'll also have some current writing of mine up for you guys to check out, too.
I'm pretty busy with a new project that my best bud, T and I are working on. When things get a bit more solidified, I will definitely peep you guys to the news.
Until next time, here's a short short I wrote titled "The Little Gray House."
The Little Gray House
There was something remarkable about the little gray house on the corner of Smith and Vine, despite the shutters that dangled from the windows and the porch steps that threatened to crumble with each heavy foot that climbed them. If you managed to climb the porch steps and live, you could peer into the Windex-cleaned windows and see Omar, the eldest son, dribbling his ball on his mother's just waxed, hardwood floors, but she didn't come yelling after him. She would be too busy chasing the baby, Taylor, who at eight months, could not stop crawling and tottering around the house, pulling the vacuum's cord out of its outlet and trying to stick his just-from-his-mouth, juicy fingers into the slits. Typical day in a family. A mother half-near losing her mind as she races after her kids. But if you could enter this little gray house, with its crumbling porch steps and dangling shutters, if you could walk up on this mother who is yelling, "