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  • Reckless

    There is no doubt I was a wild man (n.), although I never called myself/ A Bull in a China Closet/ the closest my friends/ at least the ones who used that word/ described me to my face. Others used… Continue reading

    Reckless

  • Momma Julia

    The following is a fictional narrative inspired by a writing prompt in my Playwriting class at California State University, Long Beach (CSULB). We were asked to view several photos, choose one, and write a character description and narrative based on… Continue reading

    Momma Julia

  • The Shrinking Memory

    Remember when we would hoot over the fact that after 12 hours of smoking ganja, we’d swear we couldn’t remember a thing we’d done that day? Then there were the times when you were talking to someone, and suddenly your… Continue reading

    The Shrinking Memory

  • Spanish

    I love the sound of Spanish in all its forms. As spoken by a resident of Madrid, Mexico City, San Juan, Puerto Rico, the South Bronx, or East Los Angeles. According to Ehlion Language Consultancy, “Spanish is the official language… Continue reading

    Spanish

  • An Angry People

    You can’t avoid the videos. They are everywhere. On Facebook, X (formerly Twitter), TikTok, and YouTube, Americans are at war with each other. Angry is too kind a word to describe the endless vitriol spewing from people’s mouths these days.… Continue reading

    An Angry People

  • Awake

    I recently posted this on Facebook about the toxic term “Woke.” According to WordHippo.com, as an adjective (dialect, African American Vernacular, or slang), the word means “conscious and not asleep.” In the US and Canada, it is slang that means… Continue reading

  • America is Broken

    Video evidence is everywhere. Facebook. X. Especially X. Instagram. TikTok. I’ve even seen evidence on Truth Social, a Trumpian fountain of irreconcilable conflict between reality and fantasy. You know things are horrible when the liars are lying about lying.The videos… Continue reading

  • I, American

    I pledge allegiance to the flag (Whose flag is it anyway?)as I standin the Catholic school classroom alongside a gallery of white faces, red hair, blond hair, white shirts, white blouses, plaid skirts, and black pants and the nuns, covered… Continue reading

    I, American

  • The Narrative

    The following essay appeared first on LinkedIn. We can quickly become prisoners of a narrative created by past misdeeds, mistakes, errors in judgment, and actions we would love to erase from our memory. It doesn’t matter whether it happened long… Continue reading

    The Narrative

  • All the Stuff in my Brain

    AgingThe Iran WarThe peacefulness of an empty beachWhat the hell is going on in the Middle EastThe roses blooming in our backyardMy recent stroke and all the rehab and medical appointments I must attendThe number of people, including my wife,… Continue reading

    All the Stuff in my Brain