Book of Donmon Teith

I never asked to be born. But now I ask to be seen. Spare me your dread and devote to me your eyes. A poetry collection compiled of personal journal entries . N

Jessie wanted a love like in the movies. She has a degree and she has a job and she has friends. But after waiting for years, the one thing she is missing, is t

Courageously, the author bares her psychological wounds and offers a glimpse into the everyday lives of Black women in thirteen touching short stories. Amongst

Dear reader, dear lost soul, Are you, too, like Alice? Do you find yourself stumbling through reality in search of Wonderland? Perhaps you discover it in those

[ "My name is Chione," she replied, feeling the truth of the words as they fell from her mouth. The syllables had aligned themselves on her tongue before she ev