Lifestyle. Melanin. Me: Off the Beaten Path.
Been a while since you resurrected this feature, huh? Well, I wanted to give you a break since you’re always so pleased when we do it. By now, though: don’t your readers enough about you? Nah, we haven’t even touched the tip of that iceberg. Fine, fine. What’s going on with you? Are you eating …
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I wrote this a few years ago. Happy TBP. ****************************** From Damascus to Emmaus I'm waiting you out. I'll be here in Damascus, waiting for the scales to fall from your eyes. You're making it hard on yourself, honey, determined to wear these blinders, determined to ignore what we and the world know: I am …
Back in the day, I was a proud purveyor of the poker face. Betraying nothing on the surface while all kinds of madness/side eye/frustrations went on underneath. Perhaps it was a by-product of growing up painfully shy: I didn't want anyone to notice me anyway, so it wasn't necessary to communicate, even via my face, …
Oh, did you think you'd only receive one post from me today? Not so, dear reader. I'm officially announcing that today begins Blogvember: I'll be blogging every single day this month. Woo hooooo... If you remember, I participated in Blogtober both in 2014 and in 2015. But since October kinda got away from me as far daily blogging, …
Simply put: the works that I produce need to thrive and be shared. We write for ourselves first, yes, but an audience is intrinsic. My family and friends have long supported my writing. And that was enough for me for a long time. It's a big world. If 10 people I know and love like …
If you're an artist (writing, painting, singing, sculpting, dance, figuring out Math equations which, to me, is a true art form), perhaps, like me, your main medium is often influenced by another art form. For example, if you draw, you may love dance as a source of inspiration. As a writer, I find myself inspired by …
I wrote this poem seven years ago. Bon Throwback Thursday. Mrs. Birdman  When he finally lands, the odds are that she’ll be waiting for him by the riverside. He’ll tell marvelous tales of the sweet air up there, of racing with skylarks and ravens, that near-miss with the eagle… She’ll tell him that Billy …
I haven't shared fiction with you in a while, have I? Here's one you'll likely find in my third collection of short fiction. Yes, another book is coming. Call it a spoiler. Share your thoughts about it in the comments, won't you? Enjoy your Friday and have a bon weekend. *********************************************************************** The Choice The envelope sat …
I'm still writing poems about him. I don't think that will ever end. Elegy. 16. Perhaps I always knew I would end up near you, my dear, departed one, near the streets you once walked upon, near the air you once had the privilege to breathe. Somehow that dreaded constant summer began to call …
I wrote this in 2012. Stuff was happening back then. These days, my quiet life is unencumbered by angry poems about silly boys. (Primarily because I'm married to Idris.) Happy Friday. it is advisable that we not remain friends. i will sabotage your efforts. you will bring this new girl to me, forgetting that our failed …
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This Square Peg. 