Creative Writing
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The Second American Civil War
Let’s get straight to the point: the Second American Civil War, fueled by the right wing of the Republican Party (GOP), found its beginnings with the election of President Barack Obama. We can debate (I enjoy a good debate) whether… Continue reading
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Dear Mr. President
Dear President Donald J. Trump, What the hell are you thinking? Look, it’s no secret that I am not a fan of yours. I didn’t vote for you in 2016 or 2024. I was shocked but not surprised by the… Continue reading
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Gun
A collage of quotes, verses, medical testimony, videos, and images in observation of the American genuflection before the most religious of symbols, the Gun (this includes rifles, bazookas, hand grenades, RPGs, and all other weapons of war thought to be… Continue reading
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The Flag
One in a series of narratives on being American The red, white, and blue flag waved on high as it celebrated freedom and loyalty, even as the founding enslavers who promised everyone freedom, But it was really meant only for… Continue reading
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Something Happened
A long read inspired by Jill Talbot‘s “Emergent.” Something happened to me at the Catholic seminary—seventy miles northwest of the Bronx in Middletown, New York. I changed forever. Life before the seminary was not idyllic, but it was simple. 1948-1962.… Continue reading
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The ‘Where Are You From?’ Question
The question is always the same. The speaker is different. “Where are you from?” In the beginning, dating back to the sixties, I would say proudly, The Bronx. And I would think, that was enough. But, the questioner, sometimes some white guy… Continue reading
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Fat
I was inspired by “My body is a cage of my own making” by Roxane Gay. This essay is about me and no one else. There was no disputing the blood test results. I am more than pre-diabetic. I’m on… Continue reading
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daydreaming
daydreamingI remember a faint foggy memory—south bronxrican and dominican rootsthe patterson projectsjohn adams housesa child into a teenagerdates days places people their names have faded awaylike the clouds i would stare at through my fifth-floor windowi was that kind of… Continue reading
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Broken
America is broken. It prompts the question: was it ever not broken? According to the MAGA crowd, there was a time when it was great—a nation that inspired praise and intense patriotism and loyalty. There was a time in… Continue reading
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The Long Walk Home
The following is a rewrite of a previously written poem for a Creative Nonfiction class. Unlike the fiction of the poem, the following is true. It was our parents’ rule: don’t run after fire trucks. “You could fall behind them… Continue reading
