Music
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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
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long walks on
the feet are tired shuffling along rough roads streets that have not been repaved in a long time. the body carrying the memories of a childhood too long ago of teen years that are hidden in history books of sex… Continue reading
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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 41 years of life to date in Southern California, and man, it’s… Continue reading
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Bargain With the Devil
We’ve all done it. Even if we don’t admit it. We make a bargain with the Devil, the evilness in life, to get something we really want. Thinking that it’s okay. Just this once. With our bosses. With politicians. With… Continue reading
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Mother Tongue
I’m so confused/ /Qué bruto.¿Por qué no hablas tu lengua materna? /How rude/ /Why don’t you speak your native language?/ When they ask me why I don’t speak Spanish/Which Spanish do you mean?/The Castillian Iberian Peninsula kind/ /When they’re not… Continue reading
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i want to dance…
i want to dance through today tomorrow foreverstepping through music doors across moving floorsupside down right side up spinning like a wild windthat you will never catch. i want to dancemove effortlessly as if floating standing stillmoving forward upside-down right-side… Continue reading
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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 in Washington, D.C., while under the influence of acid. This is a tribute to… Continue reading
