Short story by Sheryl Bize-Boutte

Uncle Martina I don’t know why Daddy brought me with him to Uncle Martin’s house that day or even remember whether it was just he and I, but there we were, standing on the curb edge squinting into the sun, waiting for Uncle Martin to cross the street.  Dressed in an un-tucked flowy white shirt […]

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Short story by Sheryl Bize-Boutte

Chosen noun: immigrant; plural noun: immigrants a person who comes to live permanently in a foreign country.  (Google dictionary) “Most don’t think of adoptees as immigrants. They don’t arrive by what we have come to believe are the current means of immigration. They are, after all, chosen.” –Sheryl J. Bize-Boutte I vividly remember when I first saw […]

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Poetry by Sheryl Bize-Boutte

THE 40 PARADOX   The hazy summer of the new millennium Finds the four of us Inching through the daily scramble of the 405 That finally lands us on Wilshire Boulevard Mother, Father, Daughter, Nephew We all look for movie stars at the corner Starbucks Giddy that two are real enough to stop and chat […]

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Poetry by Sheryl Bize-Boutte

Not As Sweet This one is not as sweet As the one before it I was taken in by its good looks The rich green color The dark and perfect striping I thumped it Sniffed it Weighed it in my hand And then I took it home With the first cut The signs of heartbreak […]

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Short story by Sheryl Bize-Boutte

MADELINE AND ME “Stop it! Stop it!” Madeline screamed as the kids on the Whittier Elementary school playground hurled whatever they could find on the ground at her.  Sticks, rocks, dirt, even discarded remnants of lunches were launched toward Madeline as the evil chorus shouted, “Fat Mad!’ Mad, Fat!”  “Mad” was short for Madeline and […]

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Short story by Sheryl Bize-Boutte

THE LAST COLLARD GREEN Hello, my family name is Green and I am the last Collard in town. Life was good in my rich patch of dirt at the corner of Rice and Roux.  Every year I would defy the winter frost and blossom forth from spring into the fall. My leaves broke away from […]

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