Hey best friend, you know my story, from Yarab to Daniel to Elliott’s glory. Yes best friend, you want the best, some union of souls that you can bless. Is that why you challenged me, dutifully, to date and/or mate beautifully? Good thing there’s no deadline; my black ass in the dash is lagging behind. […]Read more "– challenging times –"
Amy claims that love is a losing game… John states we were made to love… I would enjoy watching a debate tournament between the two. Worthy as each opponent would be, valid as their respective arguments both would be, I would award the higher point to the latter. We were indeed made to love, and […]Read more "– a little less winehouse, a little more legend –"
I took a trip to Orlando, and I know it took my mind off you. Dry and drunk unlike a skunk, it was the warmest night on the first of June. Got close to the magic kingdom, almost entered with both feet in, almost felt such a magic rush, fully without your magic touch. Would […]Read more "– orlando –"
Ham asked again ’bout my miles in music; skirting it can only get me so far. Spoke of complacency like it was facing me; wasting gas can only get me so far. Ham knows my stomach, each hunger pain I feel, urges me to travel until I find something real. Go, go, go – there […]Read more "– ham –"
… hello sweet spider; night breaks right now. … how many moments did you break my vows? Here I go, there I go, now I go again; place the blame on your true frame. … well no sweet spider, this fear is my name. … hello sweet spider; faith cracks right here. … this moonlight […]Read more "– the fear again –"
Thick air in the thickness of it all, in Manhattan on the eve of the fall, a platform just below West 14th, where Avenues of the Americas meet. It’s 11 p.m., no D.M.s – just everyone on their Androids, I see them. Skip small talk under all this heat, just flirt with my phone and […]Read more "– below west 14th –"
An ex- plosion… nine blocks over… on this night of all nights, what test is this? I give a damn, I am alarmed, even with these limbs unharmed. One wrong move, and the game is lost. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– nine blocks –"