Why have a blog if you never write anything on it? Henceforth, my pre-New Year’s vow: more blogs. (Which sounds to me like more slogs through wintry swamps in leaden boots, but so be it.) GREAT READING: 1. Yo, Ivanhoe! Perhaps the most original writing on the web, always changing, always unique, always, somehow, heart-cracking. … Continue reading What I'm Reading and What I'm You-Tubing
A child enters my room sometime after midnight. I know it’s my son by the silhouette of his cheek, his spiky, sleep-tossed hair. I say his name. He doesn’t answer. I call his name again and again, he does not answer. It is my boy, isn’t it? Or have I transformed a masked stranger into … Continue reading Sleepwalker, a poem
your own PDK for writing
a collection of beautiful words.....
Objects, Memory and Meaning
If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
sewing a handmade wardrobe
“My mother is a poem I’ll never be able to write, though everything I write is a poem to my mother.” ~ Sharon Doubiago
The Good Things Black People Do, Give and Receive All Over The World
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Thoughts on the world around me
the literary asylum
Bipolar is my superpower
