Poetry
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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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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
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The Freedom in My Mind
“It is the policy of the United States to: (a) secure the right of the American people to engage in constitutionally protected speech…” — Restoring Freedom of Speech and Ending Federal Censorship. White House Executive Order. Donald J. Trump. January 20,… 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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gaza
A plea for the shouting to end and the peace to begin. some things are not different this timethe woman who shouts i am not your enemythe man who shouts you are my enemythe woman who shouts kill all zioniststhe… 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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Home: A Nomad’s Epic Journey
I have lived at over twenty-four addresses in my life, and this doesn’t include the ones where I lived twice at different times.The Bronx, New YorkMiddletown, New YorkThe Bronx, New YorkNew York, New YorkThe Bronx, New YorkWashington, D.C.Hartford, ConnecticutWashington, D.C.Inglewood,… Continue reading
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New York New York: Driving Me Crazy
I recently spent twelve days in New York, the city where I was born, attending a family memorial and doing research for several writing projects. This is the first of several essays I am writing to help me understand what… Continue reading
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New York New York: Loud
I recently spent twelve days in New York, the city where I was born, attending a family memorial and doing research for several writing projects. This is the first of several essays I am writing to help me understand what… 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