Identity

  • The Ministry of Lies

    Considering recent events, I suggest revisiting this essay, which I have rewritten multiple times over the past few years and have recently updated to reflect the current situation. Don’t say you weren’t warned. I’m not naïve. The practice of lying… Continue reading

    The Ministry of Lies
  • 7   7

    December 8, 2025, marks my 77 rotations around the sun. The number 7 7 An angel number, I read it somewhere A powerful sign, I read it somewhere A spiritual awakening And Divine guidance, I read it somewhere I read… Continue reading

    7   7
  • DeoxyriboNucleicAcid

    “DNA, or deoxyribonucleic acid, is the molecule inside cells that contains the genetic instructions for an organism’s development and function.” What should I call myself? Should I slip my soul (not the one in the bible)Into your designer wordsThe ones… Continue reading

    DeoxyriboNucleicAcid
  • Closed Shut

    I don’t see nothing I don’t want to see I don’t need to think to solve problemsI don’t want to solve I don’t ask questions to receive answers I don’t want to hearIt’s easier this wayThe pain is sometimes too… Continue reading

    Closed Shut
  • A Year of Violent Living

    The following poetic memoir is part of an upcoming chapbook titled “Walking Backward over Broken Glass.” In 1968, I was nineteen, living in Da Bronx. It was the year of cities burning. New York. Baltimore. Boston. Chicago. Detroit. Kansas City.… Continue reading

    A Year of Violent Living
  • Our Silence Is the Enemy

    Anyone with a brain could see that the Great Deportation plans of the Madman would eventually unfairly target some people. But that doesn’t seem to matter to the MAGA followers. This scheme is simple: keep this nation as European as… Continue reading

    Our Silence Is the Enemy
  • Creating Dangerously

    Being honest with my own memories. This week, I finished the last of four Zoom workshops sponsored by the Bronx Council on the Arts on memoir writing. It was a heartfelt and supportive experience, with people from around New York,… Continue reading

    Creating Dangerously
  • The Art of the Bronx

    My world at fifteen was a mix of innocence and naiveté, threatened at times by what seemed like the start of a world gone mad. It was 1964, and I was living in the John Adams Houses in the South… Continue reading

    The Art of the Bronx
  • I Am All of Them

    diaspora(n.) 1825 in reference to Moravian protestants; 1869 in reference to the dispersion of the Jews; from Greek diaspora “dispersion,” from diaspeirein “to scatter about, disperse,” from dia “about, across” (see dia-) + speirein “to scatter” (see sparse). – etymoline.com… Continue reading

    I Am All of Them
  • 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

    The Second American Civil War