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Has It Really Been 10 Years? Ok, especially for today…

Ten years ago today I released my first book, “Mississippi Window Cracks”.  Wow!

Mississippi Window Crack

I literally drafted the book after spending a few days visiting a friend in Jackson, Mississippi.  From the energy of the historical places to the scent of the zesty magnolia trees to the delicious southern cuisine… I had a lot to write about!

“Mississippi Window Cracks” is a collection of six short stories and three prose pieces.  Here is a breakdown of the book:

The Untimely Flight – A story of two women with a chance meeting in the airport traveling to different locations.  One is on a business trip and the other reuniting with her family after abandoning them to follow her dreams some ten years prior.  Their meeting is purposeful yet brief. Just as life would have it.

The Auction – “For Mothers of wombs that drum life and dance the promise of tomorrow, I pour this libation.  For the victories of liberation and paths of freedom you laid before me, I walk today for you.”  As a child, one of Angel’s childhood stories told by her grandmother was that of Hathor and Tehuti.  An ancient Egyptian story told about the Goddess of beauty and the messenger of wisdom.  It has been whispered that the legendary Odu family in Mississippi carries the spirit of these deities, Angel and her brother Country.  She is here to persuade her brother to come home to his god-like self and maintain the balance in the world.

Return to Ruins – A prose piece in reference to the slave plantation called, The Windsor Ruins.

Summer Love – A steamy love story about a young woman working as an intern in Yazoo City, Mississippi.  She falls hard for a local radio DJ who spins more for her than the hottest tunes.

A Prose for Medgar and Myrlie – “Her bladder was full of miles like her mother’s.  She watered the ground with chocolate auburn.  The spices enticed the clouds to cry and capture the streets. She met him where the sun sat in the fire pit.  Her kissed her hand to summons a feather so she wouldn’t doubt his words.  His eyes were complete like the turn of an owl’s head.  Her fears poured from her spine like pureed apples.  The preacher announced their commitment where roads met corners with mirrors.  He hung their picture in a birdcage to catch time.  He told them not to be afraid.”

The Grass is Simply Green – Nia and LaDonna are best friends who have ventured lessons in life together.  Now, together they face reproductive injustice as one yearns to start a family.  Together they stand as long as one of them holds a secret from the other.

A Prose for Fannie Lou Hamer – “If you see her.  Tell her you remember.  Her protected skin that matched night.  Unafraid.  Sleep patterned to that of bats.  Called upon.  Like Nut and Shu.  To uphold the heavens.  Keep young mouths breathing.  When tempted to swallow swollen faith.  She followed the dust and escaped through vents.”

Southern Betrayal – The  story  of a woman scorned by love.  She travels to a voodoo/root shop to see if the potions really work as she seeks revenge on her ex-love.

When Chris Met Katrina – Hurricane Katrina devastated Louisiana and parts of Mississippi.  Like thousands of people who stayed to “wait this one out”, Chris does not evacuate his childhood home.  The storm passed as he suspected but the waters began to rise from the storm drains and flood the streets.  This is the day Chris met Katrina.

I suppose authors do something special when their books have anniversaries and what not :- /  so I am offering  autographed books  with FREE shipping of “Mississippi Window Cracks”. I only have a few sitting around my house.  I hope you enjoy it!

The Making of Mississippi Window Cracks

(the prologue to Mississippi Window Cracks written in 2006)

A few years ago I decided that after all the books and movies I had read and seen related to the civil rights struggles and the state called Mississippi, it was time to take a visit.  I arranged to spend a few days in Jackson, Mississippi, with a colleague of mine so I could walk the land that enveloped the energy of Medgar Evers, James Chaney, Margaret Walker, Fannie Lou Hamer, Emmett Till and the streets of the infamous “Freedom Summers”.  My time there was filled with meeting civil rights heroes that are still alive, pouring libation on slave plantations, visiting museums and other historic sites, relaxing on the porch fanning flies until the sunset, and of course the southern cuisine.

One morning, my friend declared she knew the best place in town for a good bowl of grits.  Upon arriving at the cozy, corner diner downtown, she turned the car off and told me to put a crack in the window.  I told her that living in Los Angeles, people really didn’t do that but I remember it from growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Effortlessly, she rolled a crack in the driver’s side window.  I followed hastily already tasting the buttery grits in my mouth.  She turned and looked at me then spoke with hesitance in her voice.

“What’s that?”, she asked.

“What’s what?”

“I thought you were going to put a crack in the window.”

“I did.”

“That’s a crack?,” she asked sarcastically.

Now feeling totally self conscious I affirmed, “Yeah, this is the kind of window crack I used to do in the summertime in Kansas City.”

“Well this ain’t Missouri, this is Mississippi!  You better put a bigger crack in that window as hott as it is out here!”

I gave the handle on the window a few more turns to open it up.

She encouraged me, “A little more.”

I carefully cranked it until I gained her nod of approval, “Like this?”

“Yeah!  Now that there is a Mississippi window crack!”

The funny part about this story is how serious it got!  It was almost a borderline argument.  But as we walked in the diner, we laughed and joked how that would be a good title for a poem and who was going to write it first.  Well, here is my book of short stories that chronicle the tales fed to me through the trees, music, and people I met during my time spend in Jackson.  Instead of vacationing in the Bahamas or Paris, take a visit down in the deep south to a part of history, your history, our history.  You ever heard the saying, “There’s the United States and then there’s Mississippi?”  It’s the truth!  Go feel it for yourself!

with love,

nikki skies

PS – The grits were delicious!

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“When Chris Met Katrina” Snippets of a story from the book “Mississippi Window Cracks”


The boat whistled its’ way through the waters and soon the screams of the women faded. The air was now filled with the constant yells of families sitting on roofs screaming for help.  They approached Memorial Medical Center and Chris decided to seek refuge there.  As he got closer, he could see through the lobby window hundreds of people camped inside.  Every seat was occupied and people were sprawled out on the floor with blankets.  Police were patrolling the doors.  Chris knocked but the policemen just stood and shook their heads in the negative.  Chris trudged through the water to the other side of the hospital and policemen were standing heavy guard at those doors too.  He knew besides the sore bones and loose teeth, he had no serious injury and they were not going to let him in.

Chris double tied his bag of food and treaded through the water on his tippy toes.  He began to reminisce on the summers growing up in New Orleans.  His father worked as a mechanic in a neighborhood shop and in the summer Chris would help out by washing the cars once he was done.  Afterwards, instead of joining his cousins down at the local swimming pool, he hung out with the neighborhood knuckle heads and smoked weed.  Or they convinced one of the older drunks to buy them liquor.  He was all of nine years old.  With the water slapping up against his chest and occasionally splashing in his face, he wished he had taken those swimming lessons instead.

A few blocks from the hospital, Chris found himself pacing in the water side by side with a dog.  The dog was a dark brown cocker spaniel probably looking for a dry place to rest his feet.  From atop, the dog seemed to be relaxed.  But he knew underneath he was probably  paddling his legs wild as the devil!  Chris remembered how easy it was to tread the dog paddle when he was younger so he picked his feet up to give it a try.  He quickly dipped in the thick, murky waters and emerged panicked.  He struggled to get his stance stable but soon regained his pace and continued down the street with the other stranded people.

Continue reading “When Chris Met Katrina” Snippets of a story from the book “Mississippi Window Cracks”

Love for Louisiana, Re-membering Katrina


August 29, 2005 marks the day the world has now recorded as one of the deadliest hurricanes to hit the United States.  Hurricane Katrina struck the poorest region in this country, Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama.  She changed the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.


The following story was inspired by an interview I conducted with my neighbor.  He moved to Los Angeles after losing everything to the storm in New Orleans.  Although the story is fiction, and written to connect with the other short stories in the book, some of the incidents, times and locations are true accounts of what he described to me during his four day ordeal of waiting to be rescued.  My neighbor declined interviews from dozens of Los Angeles newspapers that contacted him.  His simple request to me was that his name be Chris in the story.  I am honored he felt comfortable enough to share such an intimate story with me.  He cried twice and broke down once.  A man who can no longer sleep when it rains.  A man proud to be from New Orleans but angry that he was left to die.


I dedicate the story, When Chris Met Katrina to EJ from apartment #7


my Grambling State University roommate, Kelly Lawrence.  A Louisiana native whose face flashed on CNN news with her three children at the Houston Astrodome.

And respectively,

to the millions of people

effected directly and indirectly.

love, libations and prayers.


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Another Literary Snippet from “Mississippi Window Cracks”

Hello All,

A few more days to take advantage of the literary promotion I have in remembrance of Hurricane Katrina.  I went to college in Louisiana, Grambling State University, and the devastation touched me through friends it effected directly.  I wrote a short story book, Mississippi Window Cracks, that linked characters traveling through Mississippi and Louisiana. (New Orleans in particular)

Through August 29th if you buy an autographed copy of my new novel, The Town Dance, and post a review on Amazon or Goodreads by September 19th, I will GIFT you with a copy of Mississippi Window Cracks.  (Hey, as indie artists we have to stay creative on how to promote!)

Enjoy an excerpt from the short story, Southern Betrayal, from the book Mississippi Window Cracks.

The store was smaller than I imagined it would be.  All of the walls were red, with one of them adorning a large American flag that had two black heads on top.  The two heads were smiling and holding rods with snakes wrapped around them.  Another wall that led towards the hall way, had a shirt incased in a wooden box.  I later learned this was a spell for trapping someone or to capture certain types of spirits when they walked in the store.

Since the curtain was open, I walked in the room.  There was a strong smell of lavender incense flowing and white candles were lite everywhere.  The furniture was arranged so the room gave a circular appearance.  After giving the room a quick glance, I figured the person giving the readings was only available by appointment so I turned to walk out.

“Chu been travelin?,” someone asked from within the room. 
Continue reading Another Literary Snippet from “Mississippi Window Cracks”

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Hello fellow writers/artists/speakers/art lovers/teachers (and everyone else),

As indie artists, we have to change things up to get our works out there, right?  So, my short story book, Mississippi Window Cracks has a story about Hurricane Katrina.  Being that Saturday the 29th is the 10 year anniversary of the devastation, I have a book offer for you:

When you buy an autographed copy of my new novel, The Town Dance, and leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads, I will send you a copy of Mississippi Window Cracks FREE!  If you enjoy my poetry/prose, you will enjoy the characters in my books 🙂  And here is an excerpt from Mississippi Window Cracks, “When Chris Met Katrina“:

Chris wobbled up the walkway to his parents’ home.  It was Sunday afternoon so his mother was playing her gospel music loudly.  He grew up in a large, white two story house with a wraparound porch that had been passed down through his family for two generations.  City builders had been trying for years to get his parents and their neighbors to sell.  But they knew their homes were in a historic area and worth almost a quarter of a million dollars each.  As Chris walked his aching body up the creaking wood porch steps, he was startled by his mother as she threw the screen door open to put another piece of luggage on the porch.  His mother, a short, robust woman with a head full of proud gray hair, grabbed at her chest at the sight of her son.  Chris knew he must have looked a wretched mess so he lowered his head in embarrassment.

“I don’t even know why I’m surprised.  I truly thought you wanted to turn your life around,” she said sharply.

Chris finally made it to the top step and leaned against the post to rest, “Mama, I’m not in the streets like that no more.  I was only playing pool…”

“They re-arrange folks face like that from playing pool?,” she asked.  Before he had a chance to respond, the phone rang and his mother walked back in the house.

She yelled at him, “They saying on the news we need to get out of here and pack like we going camping.  Chris you should get some things together to go with us.”

Chris finally made it inside the house and stood at the front door rubbing at this left thigh.  It had a knot in it the size of a gold ball.

“That was Joseph.  He got caught in a lil’ traffic but’ll be here any second to bring us to the superdome.  Him and the girls are heading up to Lafayette.  They say this one is going to be something else!  Katrina, is what they calling her,” his mother proclaimed.

“Well, Imma’ be here to meet Katrina just like I met Hannah, Irene and that category two we had the other week,”  Chris went to sit down but his mother stopped him in mid motion.

“Oh no!  Don’t get your dirty behind on my couch! Grab some of that newspaper over there and wrap up my pictures on the mantel.  Your father never got around to fixing that side window and I now that wind is gonna’ whip through here and knock over all my picture frames!”

Chris held on to his lower back as he bent down to pick up the newspaper.  One of the first photographs he saw was that of his younger sister, Crystal, in her airline stewardess uniform.  She had just died in a plane crash a few months earlier in Mississippi.  Her plane was struck by lightning while they were still ascending.  His mother took her death really hard and was even hospitalized for two weeks from severe depression.  This was another reason he decided to move back home.   Besides, the only other family he had in Mississippi was Crystals’ estranged husband Joseph and their two daughters.  But they moved back to New Orleans after her death too.

His father came through the door wearing his favorite pair of faded black jean overalls.  Older age had not slumped his height as he still stood slightly over six foot.  He always kept a clean shaven face and like his wife, he let his hair turn it’s natural course of gray.  He stopped in his tracks when he saw Chris’s face.

“Good Lawd!”  Boy what’s wrong with chu’?,” he asked disappointed.

His mother yelled from the kitchen, “He look like Halloween in August don’t he?”

“It ain’t nothing…”, Chris tried to explain.

“It ain’t nothing?  Have you seen yo’ face?,” his father asked.  “You better not bring no mess around my house!  I don’t want nobody coming around here for nothing!”

His father walked in to the kitchen mumbling.  A car horn blows outside.

“Chris, see if that’s Joe and the girls!,” his mother asked.

Chris walked to the front door and looked out.  Outside sat a silver suburban SUV with tinted windows rolled up.  The truck reminded him of his truck club days back in Mississippi.  He smiled to himself.

“Yea, dis them,” Chris replied to his mother.

“Well, don’t you let them girls see you looking like that!  Let me put these sandwiches in a bag and I’m ready,” she said.

His father walked back in to the front room, “I’ll start bringing the bags to the car.”  He looked at Chris, “You staying?  They say she whipping across that water with a lot of force.”

“Yeah, I’m cool.  Ain’t nuttin’ but another hurricane that’s all.”

“Ok, well look after my house.  I got the rifle loaded out back on the service porch,” his father walked out the front door and took the luggage to the car.

His mother came from the kitchen with another small bag.  “If you leave, make sure you lock everything up and take you some food.”  She walked up to Chris and turned her head sideways for him to kiss her on the cheek.   Chris walked her to the front door.

“See ya’ll in a few days,” Chris said.

He locked the screen door as he watched his parent get into the truck and drive down the street.  Chris slowly sat down on the couch groaning the whole time.  He tried to reach and pull his shoes off but his bones were too sore and stiff.  He piled the throw pillows up in the corner of the couch and went to sleep.

A loud slamming noise came from outside the front window.  This startled Chris and his body jolted up.  He grimaced in pain as his head and stomach still ached.  He could feel that both of his jaws were swollen and a few of his side teeth were loose.  One was so loose, he could actually wiggle it with his tongue.   He managed to pull himself up from the couch and walk over to the door.  The storm poured buckets of rain onto the city streets.  It looked like regular hurricane storm weather.  Strong winds and heavy rain.  He positioned his sore bones back on the couch so he could sleep through the rest of the storm.

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