Wednesday’s hump was sizable. I revised the About page on the blog. It is normally not a noteworthy endeavor but as happens when you avoid doing something, everything is that much weightier when you finally get around to it. I haven’t been inspired to make any notes from The Middle Read more
I couldn’t decide on a color. I could say it’s a blue day. I woke up in the pitch black to drive my godmother to the airport. Her sister, my ‘aunt’ just died. On the way back the sun was coming up but the sky was mostly Read more
Pigeon English by Stephen Kelman There’s been a bit of fuss over this book. I love distinct voices and the Ghanian-Brit argot of a pre-teen sounded like something more to love. Game on. There are few books I start and do not finish. I feel an almost moral obligation to not Read more
Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky 8 min @ Sorauren Parkette for Sonia H. Someone told me that the little orbs of light in photos means a spirit was present when the photo was taken. I took a photo of a cemetery at night just to see how many orbs came out. Read more
my settings are off. there’s been a universal shift, imperceptible to the eye. random passersby are oblivious. even acquaintances remain unknowing until i verbalize the details in answer to “what’s new?”. is it still new? it’s three wednesdays since his last breath. is that a lot of time Read more
Because I was delivering my dad’s eulogy… Barrington Wintrose Huie. Quite a name for quite a man. But to most he was simply Barry. Mr. Huie to a few. And ”Dad” to two. No man is just one thing, and my father was no different. He was a provider, a Read more
A psychic goodbye by B.H. Whisper/ Quietly/ My name/ Before you go. The night is long. Night passes through the day/ To night once more Happiness to sadness/ Nothing is ever as before. A wisp of change/ Or twitch of Fate’s /Shriveled hand/ Don’t shed a tear nor try to Read more
She came into my room with some socks she found in the dryer. She stopped short, taking in the changes in the room. “I needed to change something,” I explained. She looked down at me sitting on the rug and I could see I made absolutely no sense. It was Read more