Michael Memories from a Child of Molestation |
The news broke of Michaels death and I remembered. It was a bright spot in an otherwise dark time. It was the year that I transitioned from nine to the rounded age of ten, two digits&I was in St. Ma...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jun 2009 18:21:00 GMT |
My Brother's Super Bowl Ad (Go JJ!) |
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Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 03:52:00 GMT |
Check out this event: Blessing of the Brothers |
Host: Renee Breeden Location: Folukie's Restaurant1168 Bedford Avenue (Between Madison & Putnam Avenues), Brooklyn, NY 11216 USView Map | When: Friday, August 8, 7:00PM Phone: 718-807-5388/347-426...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 20:07:00 GMT |
Check out this event: Write It, Work It, Talk It Tell It with Mother Met |
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Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 06:02:00 GMT |
Poem ! |
30 Days...30 poems. Sorry I’m late posting (with the radio show starting tomorrow, but here it goes...(thanks for the reminder Roger!)
Poem 1
you were dusted red by earth
painted with you...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 20:13:00 GMT |
Time Illusion |
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i don't know how to fix my lips to kiss your memory
to remember me
and the fact that once
a time ago
we loved
i don't understand how to digest
what spoiled long before we ingested it
ignorin...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 16:42:00 GMT |
Limits of Love |
the air is too thin up here
on the peak where your heart seems to be
we
are fighting the desire to say it
give birth to it with tongues
swollen
with the hurt and anguish
that sins of others have infl...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 07:48:00 GMT |
Your Rib |
i've been paying for that apple from
the day i picked it
from wisdom's fruit stand
disobedience was prelude
to a history of lying
beneath you
as you extract my rib
take back the portion of me
th...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 19:18:00 GMT |
The Cost of Forgiveness |
Driving the nail into my own hands and feet, I hang into the twelfth hour of my situation. I placed a crown of callous words about my own head until my thoughts bleed heavily down my face. Tears strea...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 13:57:00 GMT |
Blues On A Broken Tongue |
dees blues too heavy. dey gon' break my tongue try'na carry this saxophone alone cause can't be no two players on this blues machine& found out what words could mean try'na love ya rain clouds i sing ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 May 2007 06:07:00 GMT |
