Can you smell that? It smells like wet metal, rusty metal and something else. Blood and piss? So, he may have been here. Maybe, still is...

She told me she had spent six months living all alone after a bad break up. That was when she had learned to love and respect herself...

Can, can’t, don’t know High, middle, low Our forever fight Never sure whose right Not worth the pain Try it again Go grab your fame We...

Rikki wore herself, her other self, with aplomb. Hers was an expression of polite detachment and of slight boredom with it all. And...

Thinking, speaking, doing. Even when not doing still doing, even when not speaking still saying something and so it goes. This ever...

#1 No need to worry Meritocracy is dead Hail! Hail! Less is King #2 Immediacy Thwarting all contemplation Yet, then it’s over #3 Eat and...

That summer of 1989 was distinguished by a philosophy of carpe diem and a Faustian desire to learn. We were young. We were far from home....

I can’t explain why I compare, contrast and categorize life events in the way that I do; grammatically that is. What I can tell you, with...

If I wanted to, I could destroy her. And this awareness filled me with a demented exhilaration. It was electric and awesome. I felt...

Great Expectations THAT DAY was a day like every other. Maybe it was this awareness that tipped the scale. We’ll never know. But, you...

Regret, sadness, embarrassment mixed with astonishment, joy, euphoria mixed with disappointment, jealousy, anger and a slew of nuanced...

Pixabay Schmooze me Booze me Long as I can lose me Even for just an hour Lie to myself It’ll be okay Hold tight let go seems alright...

Photo by Kulbir So, this is it. Alone and starting over again. There is a teenage flitting of excitement in the pit of the stomach and...

Back then, during the cold winter evenings, the five women would gather in Ida’s barn to keep warm. They looked forward to this time of...

Denzel Washington and Viola Davis are beyond belief in this powerfully touching movie (based on the Pulitzer Prize winning play by August...

What a read! A confession of sorts within an answer to a question…”What were you to my father?” A declaration of having existed on this...

THE LETTER “X” X marks the spot. Malcolm X certainly made his mark despite being told Xanadu was unattainable. And what beauty in John...

THE LETTER “Z” Zoned into the kids from the zoo of Berlin: zombies in t-shirts and jeans. After killing off Ziggy, Bowie tours with...

THE LETTER “Y” Youthful ignorance is bliss. It is a time of yearning and saying yes to everything. For youth is not yet marred by grim...

THE LETTER “P” Pathetic, the platitudes proffered by people all over. Even more perplexing and alarming, the refusal of many to embrace...