I read this book around April, I think, and it undoubtedly is the best book I have read this year. It was my first Oates, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. But I very quickly discovered that I had nothing to worry about. It is essentially the story of an American family in…… Continue reading We Were the Mulvaneys by Joyce Carol Oates | IjapaReviews
I am like a ball of wool in the furtive hands of a curious child. With every sixty seconds, I come undone a bit more. I am more defined by the questions-why? what (have I become)? where (did the time go)? how?-than answers.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror in the bathroom while taking a leak or, like this morning, brushing my teeth, and go: ‘Who is this?’ It’s not a joke; it’s genuine wonderment, and I have to remind myself to act normally.
You’re not here with me but you’re kind of here because I’m looking at you even as I write. You’re not moving or talking and frankly I’m glad that for once you can be frozen in front of me. I can take in all your beauty and just stare in awe (please don’t puke).
In the week before that day, I’d read Chimamanda Adichie’s new book, “Dear Ijeawele”, and also watched her say in an interview that gender isn’t biology but sociology, and as I watched the children play, the girls running, the boys chasing, or, sometimes, the boys running and the girls chasing, a thought formed in my mind: ‘Children are gender blind. That’s how they’re born. That’s how they play.’
Still on the #WhenWritersWrite Project. My friend Jerry’s Coal City Stories is about a town and, well, love. (Don’t we all write about love?) It’s been one of those days. Yeah, that kind of day when I’m left feeling undervalued, undermined, feeling that I deserve better than what I’m getting from these tyrants who call…… Continue reading Coal City Stories by Jerry Chiemeke – #WhenWritersWrite,
He thought of Paul mostly at night. Usually, he’d be lying in bed, earphones blocking his ears, Nina Simone’s Love Me or Leave Me calming him into almost-sleep. Usually, the night would be cold, although it could easily be hot too, and if he took out his earphones, through the window from the bush just…… Continue reading #RandomPost