Fey Ugokwe's Blog - Posts Tagged "relationships"

Red silk waft, stray long strands ethereal--and flying--the glint of gilt embroidery, hands-feet ink like jewelry, casting out the swirling city ferments, beckoning toward the ever-sated covenants, in salt:

And they were two flirting at pots eyes on eyes and veins rushing, with the ambrosial mix of peoples as their green screen and it was sweet-sweat spice-smelling and sensuous, giddy back and well pleasant spinning, the chatting laughing breathing eating touching--in the savory-lush, oak, and rye--for a time:

Mouthful of smooth, rounding sure into vanilla, lifted with real air and time--he told her with a grin that that's what he wanted. But:

Inching into city blacktop on ballet flats--careening, kinetic cornucopia of pungent sight, scent, all sound--insistent hands reaching, squishing at the lusciousness, looking for the bruisings in the wrong place...

**"Wifey" (Description): a mystical, lyrical and haunting, psychological thriller that careens along the unexpected twists and dark turns in the tenuous marriage between a 22-year-old, primarily Asian, Miami-born daughter of well-heeled, immigrant professors and a 25-year-old, orphaned African-American man from the hard scrabble of Los Angeles and their relationship's journey from L.A. to the suburbs of Dallas. "Wifey", a work of contemporary fiction/contemporary women's fiction--that also includes other diverse and multinational characters--highlights a variety of sociocultural issues, inclusive of domestic violence, differential treatment, spirituality, and sustainability, using the universalizing backdrop of food, and spotlights the smacking differentials within individual power, the hair-raising undertow of relationship secrets, and the prickling chill of unforeseen fates.**

"It was 7:17 a.m., and Rev. was...black wingtips and gold watch glinting in the everywhere sun. A heavy man breathing heavily, he waddled across the blacktop...[E]yes ever-alight and purposeful, chin out in a grace-filled jut--he looked like Sunday morning..."

**Description: a mystical, lyrical and haunting, psychological thriller that careens along the unexpected twists and dark turns in the tenuous marriage between a 22-year-old, primarily Asian, Miami-born daughter of well-heeled, immigrant professors and a 25-year-old, orphaned African-American man from the hard scrabble of Los Angeles and their relationship's journey from L.A. to the suburbs of Dallas. "Wifey", a work of contemporary fiction/contemporary women's fiction--that also includes other diverse and multinational characters--highlights a variety of sociocultural issues, inclusive of domestic violence, differential treatment, spirituality, and sustainability, using the universalizing backdrop of food, and spotlights the smacking differentials within individual power, the hair-raising undertow of relationship secrets, and the prickling chill of unforeseen fates.**

"The food seemed much the same to her...edible toys, junk so bright--symbols, unbeknownst to her, of what his own inner world had become..."

And she was at hearing the stirring of pots and the strong breaths of salt breeze--aerating likely a curry, perhaps a pepper pot too...and then her mum's tongue--gingerly, determinedly, slow-yielding the sage--telling her the truth about what she had married...

"Juanita bustled ahead, her slim but curvy hips swiftly navigating the twists and turns along the patron floor like a salsa dancer's at sway..."