Bad news. There will be no Second Coming. I know … once was not enough … but it’ll have to do. Barack Obama is not coming back. Deal with your despair. No Obama 2.0 … no tingles, no perfection, no inspiration, no poetry. No walkin’ on water. No nuthin’. BO is a NO-GO. The Greatest Black … Continue reading There Will Be No Second Coming
The real trouble with reality is that there's no background music. I so wanna hear some music right now … because the moment needs it. It’s just sad. Bad sad. More than half a lifetime ago … when my world was moving so fast … I had a friend who helped me catch my breath. … Continue reading Lost Friend
“But you saw no fault … no cracks in my heart And you knelt beside … my hope torn apart But the ghosts that we knew ... will flicker from view And we'll live a long life” My father’s name was Connie … and he was impossibly strange. Black Irish. Latin features ... Roman nose, … Continue reading The Cracks In My Heart
Leland Dodge spent his middle school years dodging one very bad kid. He loved his middle school … he just hated the third floor quad. His math and science classes met there. It’s also where he met Dutch Holland. The one very bad kid. Leland Dodge went by “Fiver”. That’s what everybody called him. He … Continue reading One Bad Kid
Night Noise "Ave Maria, Gratia Plena, Dominus Tecum." Mothers don't pray like the rest of us. I learned that long ago. As a boy. Have a brother at war and you'll learn lots of secrets about your Mother. She seemed the same lady … but she wasn't. Everybody went about growing up. The house kept … Continue reading The War Mother
“Genius is childhood recalled at will.” Charles Baudelaire Know why geniuses are so rare? Because the art of reliving … of remembering … of recollecting ... is lost. Maybe not forever. But it's surely rare. Too many people have no rearview mirrors. No chronicle. The here and now is all that matters. This moment. The right-now-moment. … Continue reading Leave ‘Em Alone
I could never get enough of my mother … because the line was too long. I was the fifth of six sons. Denis in the middle. My situation wasn’t any more desperate than anyone else in the tribe … we were all mother-deprived. But it wasn’t her fault. The poor lady was run-ragged searching … Continue reading Lady Madonna
I am not so young anymore. I lug around lots of memory stuff ... flashbacks I mostly keep to myself because ... because they're only important to me. But sometimes I see something ... or hear something ... and I have a " if only I knew then, what I know now" moment. So I … Continue reading Unhurry Your Child …
It’s impossible to tell a story you don’t even know. A jigsaw story with lots of pieces that don’t fit together. But I can’t get this story that I don’t know out of my head. I bought a book I shouldn’t have … at an estate sale. Found it in a danky basement. No one … Continue reading A Pious Frenzy
"There's nothing more we can say ... THEY went there ... THEY rang the bell ... it can't be undone." ~Cindy Curcio~ The recent National Walk-Out was staged political theatre ... a public abduction of America’s youth. “It was savvy propaganda artists deliberately terrifying children by convincing them that they should be more afraid of … Continue reading You’ve Been Played – National School Walkout
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