Memoir

  • 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
  • Giving Thanks

    Well, it’s that time of year when Americans go all out preparing for the holidays, starting with Thanksgiving.  Some things will always stay the same. There’s turkey and all the fixings. The grandma recipes come out, and families gather from… Continue reading

    Giving Thanks
  • 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
  • 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
  • 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

    Something Happened