I cannot forget the homeless woman on the corner of Western & Washington, middle age, heavier set with the utmost brown skin, short kinky hair, and long dingy-looking dress, her bed of belongings on one sidewalk of the street, her days spent begging and conversing with herself in front of the 7-Eleven on the opposite […]Read more "– was she god? –"
How do you respond to the incoming collision of two trains on the track you are standng upon? First, you remove yourself from the course. Next, you hurry to a safe distance away from the soon-to-be circle of hell. Then, you praise your luckiest of stars that you are no longer in doom’s canyon. Last… […]Read more "– disaster at both ends –"
In- form me: what kind of man burns his little girl with a cigarette to prove a point? In- form me: what kind of woman leaves her baby boy at the store ’cause she’s got no coin? In- form me: what kind of lover out here kisses each eye with a balled-up fist? Just warn […]Read more "– trust –"
My best friend, let’s give an ear to realism for the minute: Are the Dutch realistically prepared to handle all this delicious American chocolate between the two of us? The fountain of sweet melanin overflowing as we ooze along city canals? The bombardment of black and brown as we post up in the red-light district? […]Read more "– vic wants to ball out in amsterdam –"
This is not the secretive season, a time for children to whisper tall tales into their short minds. Why hide under the shade of artificial palm leaves when I possess two palms that can leave other hands tingling outside of the shadows? Do I not smell exhaust fumes from closed engines? Do I not hear […]Read more "– a surreptitious january –"