Category Archives: Life.

The Importance of August Wilson to American Theater

Advertisements August Wilson is a playwright. In my opinion he is the most important American playwright of the 20th century.  His work the Century Cycle is the most expansive chronicle of American life in  the history of American theater. His tale of … Continue reading

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First Funeral, 2013

Advertisements Forever young never to be a grand father early in your day the work of you is done you were like the heat that never found the sun the shine resting in the diamond the tune up before the … Continue reading

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Media and the Management of Reality

Advertisements Marvin X says the news ain’t the news it ain’t nothing but the blues and I agree. You might as well listen to Damien Marley, Koran Streets, or WolfHawkJaguar, if you want the news, they will tell you what’s … Continue reading

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King Tides and NewTown: Harbingers of the Time

Advertisements Today there were King Tides in the Bay Area. I wonder about tides pulled by the moon and what makes anomalies. I wonder. I stay in conversation with the universe. There are explanations for most anomalies. As humans we … Continue reading

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So THIS is transformation–

I know my role. I am an interlocutor .

I am a craftsperson, an artisan. I create. My tools are word and story. I am an interrogator I listen. I speak. I question. I hold our place in conversation. It is my gift, my task, my purpose in this awareness. Continue reading

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A room full of broken birds

Advertisements the new born still talk to the dead the dead go as the new are born entering and exiting a room full of broken birds called life we are born dying the young man said it life brimming in … Continue reading

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New Page

Advertisements mornin dawnin new day upon us sun rising sun shine brand new page get cha news i’m on it brand new day sun rising day dawin brand new day brand new page & if ya reading this ya on … Continue reading

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Happy Cul-du-Sac: A Personal Deconstruction of North American Holidays.

I do believe in the New Year. I like how it involves reflection, resolutions and comes with a clean slate like the turning of a page. My birthday is January 4th so the Year for me personally really begins then. This is all very personal. But I don’t think I am alone in the generality of repurposing American Holidays by North American Africans. Continue reading

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Blessing are Due: A Thanksgiving Reflection

I have learned to appreciate the ease of that time with my mother. She taught me to cook

without ever writing down a recipe. I still measure my prowess in the kitchen by my mother’s.

We talked about things we never talked about at any other time. Continue reading

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A writer writes. 2

I thank the ancestors, my parents, my children, the spirits that walk with me for the gifts given. I remember. I am here. I am not done. I remain a willing vessel. I plan to run on until my day is done and when I get to my maker may she say, ‘Well done.” Continue reading

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