Feliz Navidad played over and over on the demon turntable in my head on a sticky hot August evening – I couldn’t recall just where I’d heard it last, nor why it was stuck so unmercifully on repeat, except to suppose that perhaps it was a safety device my brain had rigged up to drown […]
Category: On Writing
James “Jimmy” Aiken Sr (1953-2005)
The creek, it seems, swallowed him up. He and the river were well known to one another, and as it had been with his father (my great-grand-), they had a long and comfortable arrangement. He respected her, honored her, and she shared with him her gifts and peace and splendor. It’s hard to say whether […]
just another poem
amidst tiny tiles and yellow lamps she sat with me weekends weighed her down and her sadness the sickness infected me smiles forced through swollen lymph nodes in betwixt chamomile sips our hearts brushed lightly against the other’s and while waiting quietly we quenched our thirst for the company of another who digs like we […]
mojo workin’
We were warriors then, and our tribe was strong like the river. I’m feeling myself, as it were, feeling the power within exposing itself slowly to the desolation awaiting it in the cold and heartless world. I’m alive, for once it seems, purely and individually, alive with possibility and anticipation. Alive with arrogance. Alive with […]
What I Believe.
I believe you can tell everything you need to know about someone based on what type of music and movies and books they like. I believe in America. I believe in myself, almost without question. I believe in a thing called love, in spite of the women I’ve loved. I believe that nobody is perfect, […]
glory
my eyes have seen the tan sand between marshgrass green blades and hallelujah singin’ white men where black bodies lay overhead flew stars and bars red and blue they waved in dixie land where I was born in bodies molderin’ in the grave they died for a land that broke their heart I have seen […]
some shit that I wrote
the purgatory of 3 AM rolled over these few wearied bodies those few who drank coffee and emptiness with me near the crossroads of columbia the sound system sifting through the sadder chord changes and random reflections by various artists we all came in unfilled we all came with nothing…I even had to borrow this […]
anansi
she glows starshine from each eye and smiles happiness she speaks jazz and sullen blues and walks out storylines with honest thighs and free feet her every step a plot twist – and every kiss a whisper of this summer evening. […]
check out my melody.
on the occasion of my sister’s wedding.
Love is passion, true, and love is dynamic, dramatic, feral and free, but love also is gentle stillness, serenity and calm in the face of misfortune. Love is sharing. Love is consideration, giving till there is nothing left to give, but also is love selfish, greedy, domineering, demanding of full attention, faith, and faithfulness. Love […]
water no get enemy
It’s hard to find the words with which to begin. Words, I’m afraid, scarcely hold the information required to tell his story. Here we go, though, whatever my lack of eloquence. I have known few men or women in my life I can say I truly respected. There have been many I liked well enough, […]
yellin’ crickets and crows
there is rawness and an infantile quality to love among we children of africa in america. as if it’s a love not yet matured. as if we are unable to express our affection for one another with the purity required to reach, within our feelings for one another, the absolution true love brings. as if […]
in re solitude
brainstorm, take me away from the norm I’ve got to tell you something this phenomenon I had to put it in a song and it goes like… typing. slowly the arduous process of unfolding my self onto the new page, of opening up my unmarked surfaces to the sky to be filled and scribbled upon […]
nakachi
and if you were at any moment unaware, you, for us, are what we are to you…a steadying hand, a welcome smile in a sea of unfriendly hearts, a word of wisdom amidst the tempest of despair it seems far too many of us with our personal web publishing empires seem to wallow in…oh, we […]
down by law
lately i have been thinking about this whole “law blog” thing, and if my site is really one of those, or not, or whatever. I mean, occasionally I write about the law, about something one of my professors said, or whatever, but for the most part, my writing is pretty absent of any overt law […]