T’ree A.M.

It t’ree a.m. High I&I rakkle and roll, swing an’ sway, irie feelins t’ru de day. Night-a call, me sess a-blow, rakkle me brain now don’ cha know. It t’ree a.m., me reggae flow, bounce ‘pon de train an’ mek we go. T’ru dem tunnel, out de side, down we block, so me can hide….

Surviving a Lousy Childhood

I published a version of this on this blog before, but it’s been 3 years and most of the people who read my blog probably never saw it. So here’s a reprise. My childhood sucked. Now I will grant you that many people believe their childhoods were miserable; however, few of us born in the…

Night of Ages

Nightfall weighs on me. I can feel the passing years, hear the bed creak from their mass whispering soporific promises. Memories dance in and out of reach beautiful in form, lacking content. I remember the death of a child as if whitewashed of emotion and feel no grief. The love I hold for a grandbaby’s…

dear life

dear life: i know you thought i was gone. i mean, it’s not like you didn’t try. mama sez if i had half a brain, i’da given up. i know you heard dat, yo. but see, you don’t know my mama. see, mama knowed something you didn’t. mama knowed i have more than half a…

I Dream of You in Zanzibar

El cantar de mi amor. I dream of you in Zanzibar. We two, in a floating bungalow open to the warm night air gather the day’s humidity for our private use. There, we’ll dip a toe in the azure sea and watch the tourist passersby, laugh as they climb below our summer’s perch. And if…

Portrait of the Poet as a Young Genius

I remember being happy as a child; I believe it was on a Tuesday. Most of my early years were spent trying not to be my father (who was not my Dad, whom I met at aged 10). My sister (the one left) and I called my father “Him” never once referring to Him by…

Life, on Twitter

A poem comprising real-life tweets. Because Twitter is real life. I just took a life-changing shower, while making homemade matzoh ball soup that I may enjoy the little things, since, man, I needed that shit bad! I’ve been an asshole my entire life, thought I could wash it away, then, again why stop now? I…

What LeBron and Jordan Taught Me about Writing (and Life)

Writer’s Note: This is a long post, but it’s about the NBA, Writing, and the Key to Life. I am a fan of NBA basketball. In fact, it’s fair to say I’ve been a near fanatic for most of my life. I grew up watching the greats: Wilt Chamberlain, Clyde Frazier, Jerry West. I was…

A Love Story

Once, upon a time … The end. The words are never the story.

My Life, Part 1

I was never much of a child. I wasn’t a bad kid; quite the contrary. Adults always seemed to love me. They thought me well-mannered, soft-spoken, articulate, intelligent. You see, I was one of them. It was the other kids who did not like me. My mother always used to joke that I was born…