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Qwantu Amaru (kwan-too a-mar-oo) has been writing since the age of 11. An avid reader, he has always aspired to write suspenseful page-turners and socially significant literature like those of his writing influences Richard Wright, Alex Hailey, Walter Mosley, Donald Goines, Toni Morrison, Ralph Ellison and Stephen King.
Qwantu draws his inspiration from his modest upbringing in small towns and cities across Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Louisiana, and Florida.
In addition to Simmons Park, Qwantu has written four volumes of poetry: Light Bringer, After the Storm, Midnight’s Shadow, and LoveLost.
Qwantu is a member of the outstanding socially active poetry collective Black on Black Rhyme out of Tallahassee, FL. He has perfor…
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September 27, 2002 4:15 p.m. Baton Rouge, LA Randy Lafitte crouched his gangly six-foot frame on his heels and wiped away a stray bead of sweat. He lowered the bill of his cap to cut out the afternoon glare and stared across the manicured landscape at the rim of a sunken cup, twelve feet away. After examining the lay of the land, he rose and turned towards the three men standing in a huddle behind him on the green, conversing in hushed voices.  ...
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Roses in the garden wilderness Bloom during all four seasons As I wander through this garden viewing nature’s beauty I am enticed even further into the colorful depths Each flower I pass beckons to me Reaching out to touch me with soft rouge fingers Calling to me with pheremonal aromas That only roses possess I find that resistance is my only chance for survival From an eternity of floral bliss Among a sea of thorns For beneath the surface of all beauty lies the potential for pain These thoug...
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stardust sprinkles us as we lay beneath his glow in farmer smith’s meadow crickets sing their songs of slumber slow sinking— in the absence of light swallowed by her lovely eyes captured— like those autumn fireflies she never let me catch lost and found in this small town the only negro in the batch as i smile she frowns bringing my good mood down i long to touch her hair of deepest ebony to feel those kinking strands move through my hands instead i choose to fan mosquitoes from her furrowed ...
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My grnadmother is screaming right about now. That last line was hellified for sure. Overall I really enjoyed this because of the characterization. You did a great job of projecting Harry's self-loathing onto the people in his life. The love hate pull between Harry and Caroline was very raw and very real. Top marks for description as I could see this scene play out before my eyes. Watch out for awkward sentences like, my phone was vibrating on the dresser across the room and I knew Caroline wa...
Thanks for submitting. I think you have a compelling if not done before plot on display here, but several problems prevent you from successfully achieving your objectives with this short story. First point, the dialogue between Ellis and William often feels forced and unrealistic. It improved as the piece progressed but you need to unstiffen the dialogue in the beginning. Second point, I can tell this was adapted from a novel because of the amount of backstory. For a short story like this one...
Thanks for submitting. This chapter has an interesting premise driving it, but I felt the execution was a bit lacking. It starts off to slow, there are some spontaneous tense changes you have to watch out for and you could do a better job at describing David's current situation. As I understand it, he is a man, frustrated by the life he is livig and the life he could have had had he not been hurt. And the events of this day are going to change his life. So I got the point, but you should expl...
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