Drumpfing on the U.S.A

This was always meant to be my writing (only) blog, but since I’ve spent my time writing and not marketing, there’s been nothing to post here. However, I’ve come to realize that writer isn’t my occupation, it’s my identity. I write because I have a boatload of things to say irrespective of whether anyone wants…

Chief Injustice John Roberts: On the Wrong Side of History

In 1967, after a unanimous (9-0) decision to forbid states from restricting marriage among people of different races, U.S. Supreme Court Chief Justice Earl Warren wrote: “Under our Constitution, the freedom to marry, or not marry, a person of another race resides with the individual, and cannot be infringed by the State.” In 2015, in…

Inspiration, Demarcation, and Respiration fe di Nation

So, I was sitting here, doing what I normally do this time at night, which is to miss the Bess to my Porgy, when WordPress dropped me the badge above. Now, normally, we don’ need no stinkin’ batches around here, but this one is a inconspicuous but important demarcation point for me. Eight years on…

Inequality

He is a ghost. You can tell by the way they pass but do not see. He is tethered there, rippled by time and indifference. The tilted shadow of injustice mocks him, as do reminders of the destruction reaped from his passing. This is H Street, NE, in Washington D.C. Things are finally changing–but not…

Falling, Part 3

Part 2 Here is the conclusion to Chapter 13 of Emprise. If you like it, you might like the rest. The entire book is meant to read like whispered promises, like kisses, like lyrics sung by a lover, the universe, or God. You don’t have to believe in a God or something beyond the mundane…

This Week’s Rant Is About …

Perception is not the same as reality. That simple truth has been echoing through my head, after reading a “review” of Hard as Roxx. Now, all things considered, it wasn’t a bad review. And, I wouldn’t care if it was a bad review. I care that it wasn’t honest. The review, you see, decided that…

Trayvon, Zimmerman, and the Death of Empathy

I previously wrote about my feelings regarding Trayvon Martin’s death in my piece, “I Am Still Trayvon.” I won’t repeat it here. Instead, I will make a personal confession. The Zimmerman verdict surprised me. It didn’t surprise me because I thought he would be found guilty; instead, I was surprised that anyone was surprised by…

On the Detritus of Commercial Violence

The more I learn of those bits of culture and literature that are popular, like Game of Thrones, for instance, the more I come to the conclusion that I’m not qualified to write anything popular. Don’t get me wrong, however; I’m proud of that fact. I’m just not negative enough, or cynical enough, or enjoy…

Confessions (part 1)

My so-called friends need to believe me strong. They recognize, I am sure, that I sometimes bend against life’s cyclonic torrents like a willow. I shout to them over raging winds, but my voice is weak and gritty. I call them to me, waving in frantic pantomime; they wave back, cheerfully, purposefully misunderstanding. They misoverestimate…

10 Big Thoughts

I believe we writers have a gift. Or tumors. See, sometimes I am complimented on my “way with words.” I truly appreciate the kindness, but the truth is that I kind of write like I talk. Well, not like I talk to everyone. I told this to a friend once, and he said, “You never…

Not in Style

I have never been in style. That doesn’t mean I’m a nerd or a geek; rather, I just don’t care about trends. My mother used to preach never to be “weak-minded,” which in her viewpoint, meant listening to anyone else’s drive but your own. I may not have set the world on fire, but I’m…