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  • Madman

    Madman. The headline screamed the state of affairs at the highest level. How did we get here when we didn’t have to be here? We could have stopped him in November 2024. The evidence was right in front of us.… Continue reading

    Madman
  • Bargain With the Devil

    We’ve all done it.Even if we don’t admit it.We make a bargain with the Devil, the evil in life, to get something we really want.Thinking it’s okay.Just this once.With our bosses.With politicians.With money people.With the friends we wish were our… Continue reading

    Bargain With the Devil
  • The Construction of Words

    Writing is not easy The words in my brain swirl around like balls in one of those bingo cages Turning over and over again waiting to be spat outB10 A36 D0Constructing Words Building a sentence A meaning Something that makes… Continue reading

    The Construction of Words
  • Sand Water Sky

    On June 25, 1984, at 12:01 a.m., after what seemed like a forever trip from Washington, D.C., I landed at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) to begin my 42 years of life to date in Southern California, and man, it’s… Continue reading

    Sand   Water   Sky
  • A Distraction at 57th & Fifth Avenue

    Joe Vega is a lost young man who cannot find his memory, the light in his eyes, or the sounds of his past. There is no way back and no map to follow. He is stuck where he stands, void… Continue reading

    A Distraction at 57th & Fifth Avenue
  • An Open Letter

    Dear Fellow Americans, what the hell were you thinking? Is this really the best we could do? You had two choices in November 2024, and this is what you chose? (Thanks for nothing). One of the candidates had been around… Continue reading

    An Open Letter
  • Inspiration

    I’ve been told that inspiration for writing is everywhere. Just open your eyes.The person or object in front of you, even when it’s a computer screen or The view of the backyard through your office window. Look up at the… Continue reading

    Inspiration
  • space is the place/an ode to Sun Ra

    Just past midnight on New Year’s Day in 1980, I witnessed a performance by the late jazz composer, bandleader, pianist, synthesizer player, and poet Sun Ra at D.C. Space in Washington, D.C, under the influence of acid. This is a tribute… Continue reading

    space is the place/an ode to Sun Ra
  • The Long Walk Home

    True Story. It was our parents’ rule: don’t run after fire trucks. “You could fall behind them and get hurt,” they warned. But when you’re ten years old and live in a six-story, cold, brown-brick apartment building in the South… Continue reading

    The Long Walk Home
  • random poems

    random #710excavating memories for lessonsfor explanationsfor guidancefor a reason why all of thisis what it is. for how and why i got herefor some guide totoday and tomorrowand some time in the futurewhen you/me can’t rememberanymoreor want to. random #2595we… Continue reading

    random poems