Winds forever change. Am I changing alongside? Grey evolution… D.J. Whisenant AdvertisementsRead more "– haiku # 82 –"
So… you’re leaving today, flying away, as we stand behind. What’s… the price you will pay, senses astray, for quitting the line? Whatever tales that’ll tail you next… I wish you well. Will rhymes be rightly read and set? You just can’t tell, but can you tell me this: did you truly give all […]Read more "– throwing in your towels –"
Originally posted on The Drugstore Notebook:
“Langston Hughes, although only twenty-four years old, is already conspicuous in the group of Negro intellectuals who are dignifying Harlem with a genuine art life. . . .”wrote author Du Bose Heyward in the New York Herald Tribune in 1926. Despite such praise, Hughes was derided by his fellow black writers of the time…
The red-haired monster came out of hiding. Anger fired out of its nostrils, as most of the A frame took on the brunt of its ire, most of the A frame… except for yours truly. When I make significant errors, I love to believe I can call myself a man, take ownership of my […]Read more "– oops! –"
I was asked, “how long do you see yourself WORKING HERE?” As with most questions, my response was not healthy in the specific moment. Until my student loans are paid off? Until I have enough saved to leave the Midwest? Until I purposely smash a window out of anxiety and anguish? I simply stated […]Read more "– the age of vista –"
Can I ever be truly in control, ready and willing to go into the Friday flames? Early to bed and early to rise…. shit will hit the fan sooner or later. Be wise I should, urgent, but calm. Doing what I am paid to do, the prep work has to come in handy somewhere, somehow. Early […]Read more "– preparation –"