I could make you, now, a detailed list of all the coverings, large and small, that I constructed to keep myself hidden…I used this passage as a prompt a few hours ago. An 8 minute writing exercise to hopefully initiate further creativity. Reading back I realize that the result was Read more
Resurrection time. I’ve been her before. It’s the nature of cycles and seasons. I thought I’d be ready to surface with the start of Spring, but even the grizzlies are late this year. It’s still the season of Spring cleaning, which means a purge of the camera roll. Imposing an Read more
Hello cursor. Hello screen. Hello random reader. Hello subscriber whose spring purge I managed to evade. I’ve debated the wisdom of resurrecting my musings after these many months of dormancy. Perhaps I have unwittingly arrived in that good night. I’ve certainly been quiet long enough. But the timing feels premature; Read more
Sitting on the A train, heading downtown from Harlem. Living my dream. Heading to a niche New York eatery and an evening of art. From this dream I would edit the 12 hours spent in an emergency room in Queens. Hours full of distant moans and pleas for God, hallways Read more
I shut down yesterday. Body and soul reached their saturation points. Soul exhaustion was the diagnosis. Ears couldn’t listen to another rant. Eyes couldn’t watch any more. I’ve seen enough to know that justice is not blind. She wears an eye patch, pillaging hope like Captain Morgan. One eye always Read more
“Look, I know it’s no one’s fault, it’s the weather, but I just spent $50 on a cab so I wouldn’t be late for this flight y’all cancelled. Not your problem the fifty bucks, but I need to get on that next flight.” He’s leaning way over the counter invading the Read more
This is why Trina never wanted kids. She cannot take the pressure. She cannot bear the responsibility of making sure she’s not unleashing another sociopath into the world. She doesn’t trust her genes: there are vikings and pirates and rumors of madness. Danny’s side boasts a long line of drunks. Read more
Celeste is pissed. She is literally sick and tired of people telling her how she should feel. “Thanks, but no Mr. Macklethorn, I don’t think things have worked out well all things considered. Online Editor of Benefits wasn’t the position I wanted and I don’t give a fig how many Read more