When I first hear Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton, I felt like she was talking to me. My hips are big hips, they don't fit into little places and need room to move around. I was empowered that day and every time I've read it or heard it recited. In fact, the first … Continue reading 100 Words on my Curves
These last couple of months, I have been trying to finish the edits on The Devil's Due. And it really hasn't been going anywhere. Most of my long term writing projects including this blog have stalled. The pressure from my day job, the ongoing pandemic and family issues have been taking their toll. Then add … Continue reading Writer Underwater
Hectic. I need a better word for hectic. But the word summons up my life these last two months. It was been one thing after another after time consuming other until I turn around and see that November is already here.
Ok is a foreign state of being. There is only doing what I need to do to get through the next minute, hour, day. I get by like this and the days have turned into weeks and months. Moments of happiness are mixed with every other emotion. Each breath, each dawn a victory or a stalemate.
Florida was my home for 18 years. In a way, it will always be my home. So much of who I am today was formed in the Sunshine State, albeit from the shadows as I am not really found of heat or sun. Yes, I did willingly move to Florida but until you live here you don't understand how oppressive the sun is. It never really stops trying to scorch the invaders so it can go back to being a happy mosquito infested swamp. We all have our glory days, and Florida misses when its very nature repelled development.
Wow, what a month!! It is hard to believe that in five days it will be over. And then it will be back to my day job and the stresses and pressures of being an American educator.
When I was a child, I sat on the edge of a single bed and listened as my father told me how he was going on a business trip. He never came back. He was, in fact, moving out. The nuclear family I had been born into died that day. The funeral was the day … Continue reading Leaving
A good man died today, or maybe it was yesterday. News of his passing just reached me today A good man died And in his honor I'm drinking some whiskey Some sweet Jack that he would have liked My heart weeps and my world quakes But its foundations still hold firm I may weep and … Continue reading A Good Man Died
The day began with insomnia drifted into lateness and fell into despair One found dead, the news feed reads the reaper's prize at last sorrows grips friends still other silent cheer the end of the road two kids in a doctor's office sick with the flu two strangers cling to life victims of happenstance … Continue reading The Good with the Bad
blinded by smoke scored by the heat nothing but the most bitter fruit left to eat nothing left but to fight to fight to die and maybe then be heard or be seen on CNN and misunderstood still better than do nothin' being the big man's punk and doing my time in the oligarch's machine … Continue reading Blinded