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  • This Moment

    In a moment (this moment or another?)I can see…feel…a shock of electricitypassing through my brain…conscious that it is only a momentpassing throughI am passing throughthis place…this time …to nowhere…not surebut passing throughnever to return again …and then…the moment is gone. Continue reading

    This Moment
  • Betrayed

    January 7, 2021 The call from Herman B. (not his real name) came at one-thirty in the morning on Thursday, less than twelve hours after the takeover of the Capitol building. Herman wanted to explain to the senior reporter for Infamy’s… Continue reading

    Betrayed
  • An Interesting Life

    I’ve often said that at seventy-seven, I’ve lived an interesting life.An understatement. It’s times like now when you look back at your life. Celebrate the victories. Learn from the failures. I often think about where I was born and raised.… Continue reading

    An Interesting Life
  • Catching Memories

    It’s strange what you miss when you have a stroke. One moment, your mind is full of so many memories that you can’t recall them all. The next, poof, gone.You must truly want to remember one to make it a… Continue reading

    Catching Memories
  • Searching for Words

    Something changes in you when your brain breaks. A stroke. Even a mild one. If there is such a monster. Inside, you see, feel, and hear the world as you remember it before February 25, 2026.Speaking loudly. Performatively. Your seventy-seven… Continue reading

    Searching for Words
  • voices from the dark corners

    On the eve of the United States Supreme Court considering the Fourteenth Amendment and Birthright citizenship that defines who an American is, I offer the following. “All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction… Continue reading

    voices from the dark corners
  • Broken Brain

    On February 25th, I had a mild stroke caused by a blockage in the left carotid artery. I experienced memory loss and had difficulty finding words when speaking. I felt confused and didn’t understand what was happening.  That day, I… Continue reading

    Broken Brain
  • The Overwhelming Loudness of Silence

    When we all go mad, will we still be shocked by the plundering of his heart? Will we be insultedaggrievedoffendedoutragedupsetslighted by his actionsOr simply roll overand be indifferentunconcernedunemotionalimpassivedispassionateapatheticby the winds of his actionsThe Overwhelming Loudnessof the Silence sayingnothingdoingnothingwill break youinto… Continue reading

    The Overwhelming Loudness of Silence
  • Life Expectancy

    It’s official. I’ve got 10.6 years left of this most interesting life. At least, that’s what the U.S. Social Security Administration says. Of course, I’m saying all this while ignoring the fine print, the part about my current health, lifestyle,… Continue reading

    Life Expectancy
  • I, American

    I pledge allegiance to the flag (but whose flag is it anyway) as I standin the catholic school classroom alongside the gallery of white faces and red hair and blond hair and white shirts and white blouses and plaid skirts… Continue reading

    I, American