The negro's story may have started in this country with degradation, but triumph and prosperity would be his one day.
The moon grew fat and thin, there were solstices, first frosts and spring rains. All these things proceeded without the interference of men. She tried to imagine what the tide looked like, coming in a...
The lobby of the Fanny Briggs Memorial Building was almost finished when she arrived. As if to distract from the minuscule and cramped philosophy of what would transpire on the floors above, the city...
Royal joined the singing to change the subject and to remind her that there were things a body could feel good about. A community that had come together, from seeding to harvest to the bee. But the so...
Perhaps Nickel was the very afterlife that awaited him, with a White House down the hill and an eternity of oatmeal and an infinite brotherhood of broken boys.
Patrol was not difficult work. They stopped any niggers they saw and demanded their passes. They stopped niggers they knew to be free, for their amusement but also to remind the Africans of the forces...
It was the sound of the god of death from one of the forgotten religions, the one that got it right, upstaging the pretenders with their billions of duped faithful. Every god ever manufactured by the...
If it is true for you, it is true for someone else, and you are no longer alone.
Hey, man! Hey, hold up a minute! Like many New Yorkers, he had a crackhead alert system and turned, steeling himself.
Her price fluctuated. When you are sold that many times, the world is teaching you to pay attention.
He told himself: Hope is a gateway drug, don't do it.
He possessed a strange facility for the mandatory.
Everything in the garden is dying, that’s what time of year it is. The leaves blaze and desiccate in their dying before twisting to the ground as ash.
Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers for your reinventions.
All he felt now was envy. These people had expectations. Of the world, of the future, it didn't matter--expectation was such an innovative concept to him that he couldn't help but be a bit moved by wh...
A society manufactures the heroes it requires.
Said. It was full moon when we picked, but there was always blood.
Of a runaway? Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with trees up close but from outside, from the
Justice may be slow and invisible, but it always renders its true verdict in the end.
Another country they would have been criminals, but this was America.