She was a wreck of a woman washed up on the shores of iniquity, Her sails ripped and torn apart by the wretched winds, Her hull laid open...

As the warriors’ thirst for blood and treasure grew, the sparks from the racing hooves of steeds threatened to set fire to the windswept...

"I was there on a slave ship where the breathing and the dead were chained together." "Was it da slave ship Jesus?" Crow asked. "My grand...

Like a ghost, I was hidden in the shadows that summer night in 1937—I could see her, and I could see them, but they could not see me. I...

I am nobody, nothing, Just a Negro in a cage, Cursed by the spell of despair. It is like a deadly cancer Tearing into the root, the...

I miss you. I miss you in every sense of the word in which a man can miss a woman— The sweet sound of your voice, The gentleness of your...