Empty Apartment And Ongoing War

Last Friday morning, I stood in the doorway of an apartment in a section 8 housing complex. Packed boxes and trash bags filled with clothes were spread around the bedrooms and living room. The sheets had been removed from the mattresses of the beds and the furniture pulled away from the walls. The air conditioner was hardly succeeding at circulating the tobacco-tinged air that will slowly seep out of the carpet for years to come. It was nearly...

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Spinning The Vinyl

Spinning The Vinyl

Duke Ellington is one of those prolific musicians of an era of music that we’ll never experience again. Ellington, Miles Davis, Thelonious Monk, Red Garland, Sonny Rollins, Art Blakey, and Charlie Parker… These cats made the music scene of the 40s, 50s, and 60s. Of course, with the exception of Rollins and a few of the old guard that are still kicking around, the old jazz sound has all but dried up. Unless you listen to NPR or go...

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A Brooklyn Moment

A Brooklyn Moment

It’s early July and the temperature has been somewhere in the volcanic spectrum for weeks. The dead air too much to bear anymore, I yank at the screen window in an upward motion. Whoever installed it, however,  did so in a hurry. I’m left in  a tug-and-pull war of budging the unleveled frame inch by sweaty inch up the dent-marked aluminum tracks. After the struggle ends in victory, I push my head outside and take a deep breath....

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Writing Through The Distractions

I have 9,500 words due to my editor by January 25th. That’s a little more than a month from now, but I have also made it my goal to crank this project out by December 26th. That’s only nine days away! Factor in that Christmas day will surely result in 0 words, I now have 8 days to get this taken care of. As a “stay-at-home” freelancer, I continually find myself distracted by…EVERYTHING. Before I wrote that sentence...

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A Need To Know

A Need To Know

My unchecked imagination is running in circles, playing out sad movie scenes again and again. It’s 9pm, and I’m currently sitting by the window of my midway point. Just two months ago, I was living in a closet in Brooklyn. Now, for the time being I am staying at my grandmother’s home in Tennessee. In two months or so—if not sooner—I will be in Jocotepec, Mexico, working at an orphanage. The orphanage houses sixteen girls and...

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The Cemeteries of Sleepy Hollow, New York

Across the United States, the pumpkin population cowers in fear. Black cats are on high alert. Cornfields have been gutted out to create giant mazes, which, hopefully, bad children will never return from. Roving gangs of teenagers, armed with toilet paper, are attacking nearby shrubs and trees in an attempt to exorcise their demons. This could only mean one of two things: 1) I am experiencing an acid flashback or 2) Halloween is near. And...

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Joseph’s Day Dream #1

standing at a road divided peering off into the horizon shadows move left to right the new moon in pursuit as a drop of sweat falls on older hands than yesterday’s trembling beneath a map’s weight upon unforeseen choices between what’s right what’s wrong? in a world of consequence why follow the sun when it only runs and falls into night it’ always running away so if only forever once get lost and run the other way...

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