Author: Debra Bishop
You Were Born of…Part Seven
Stream Of Consciousness I was and then I was not, I was tribe and then I was a non thing, a nobody. I was center but after death I was spun outward like rays...
A Blues Lament, A Requiem for U.S.
Stream of Consciousness Darwin’s nonsense is actualized in the Celtic-Anglo Americanized mind terminig non-whites ‘third worldly’ not first class humans, not made in their image under their gods of profit where the ends, the...
You Were Born Of… – Part Six
Serial Story Why all the intrigue? What was all the dying for? What was it all about? Where were all of my people? Why did the Spoilers pick the hitribe and not others?...
You Were Born Of… – Part Five
Free Verse Story When I died, I mean when they killed me, there were no bright tunnel lights, no singing angels sitting on fluffy clouds strumping harps, no rough necked thugs, no heaven and...
You Were Born Of… – Part Four
Gangland Stories While intently listening to them cheer and brag about their heinous deeds, my right foot fell asleep and slipped off the stall door, making a loud noise. Instantly, the Decepticons or...
You Were Born Of… – Part Three
Serial Story Running, running, running, bile rising at my throat’s base, I paused to panNJt with my friends. Genises’ finger pointed out the running, screaming, scattering people. They were ducking and wildly fleeing,...
