My brother and I had a booger wall. We had bunk beds in a room with a window that had a fire escape that looked out over the stoop of 121 South Second Street. Our bunk beds were up against the wall on one side of the room, and in
Our landlord’s name was Mojona, and she used to babysit us when Mami went out to her second job. Mojona lived on the floor below us, and if I ran around too fast or jumped too hard or laughed too loud, she would bang on the radiator with a spoon,
They told me the Devil killed my uncle Jesus. My older cousin Fátima told me, “The devil shot our father in the basement.” My aunt Religiosa had seven daughters, Eunice, Fátima, Judith, Mary, Magdalena, Novena, Ruth, and Sarah, and they lived in a house on Cornelia Street in Bushwick. They
Saucy Mistina Bates, salty Reed Farrel Coleman, and silly me read selections from and signed copies of Indian Country Noir at the Mysterious Bookshop, 58 Warren Street, NYC. Good selection of wine! Thanks to everyone who showed and imbibed, and of course thanks to the folks at Mysterious. Check out
My short story “Roachkiller,” which was published in Murdaland, has been featured on FictionDaily. The site’s goal is to help aggregate and organize the “sea of new literature” online. May the Force be with them. Check it out!
My sister taught me how to spell my name. E-D-G-A-R. But she always called me Eggy. Because she said my head was shaped like an egg. She stabbed me with a fork when I called her Fatty. So that was me and my sister. Mami put me in a program
I remember Desiree was the first girl I ever loved, the first girl I ever wanted to marry. I remember I was going to be 4 and she was 7. I remember she lived next door to us at 123 South Second, and her mother’s name was Cookie and her