MY DAUGHTER THE WOMAN…

SHE GAINED A FRAME FROM NOWHEREAS MAGICIANS OFTEN MAKE THINGS APPEAR FROM THIN AIRWHILE PEOPLE LOOK ON IN AMAZEMENT. IT SEEMSYESTERDAY I WAS SNIPPING HER UMBILICAL CORD,WRAPPING HER IN THE RECEIVING BLANKET GIVEN TO ME BY THE NURSE,SNUGGLE HER UP AND SHOWERING HER WITH LOVE,EMBRACING HER TINY CHEEKS. I CAN’T FATHOM HERNO LONGER MY LITTLEContinue reading “MY DAUGHTER THE WOMAN…”

AT SAMUEL J. TILDEN HIGH…

The basketball court glistensto meet the sneaker soles. Urban youthpace across the gym, intensifyingthe rhythm of their movements.On those Friday evenings,unruly teens assemble to gazeat their peers breathing harderin the athletic environment.Everyone is position-less. There is no distinct centerexclusively manning the postwith two jobs: rebounds and blocks. This is the new style of basketball,skill versusContinue reading “AT SAMUEL J. TILDEN HIGH…”

DEATH OF…

THAT NIGHT I FELT THAT OUR SOULSHAD BEEN FORCIBLY SEPARATED FROM COMFORTWITH THE NEWS, AND LIFE WAS PURPOSELESS,THOUGH MEANINGFUL IN DESIRE TO CONTINUEWHATEVER ASPIRATIONS WERE LEFT, NOT DREAMSBUT SOMETHING SOLID AND FIRM AND DISTINCT,MELODIES SHATTERING THE SILENCE AS HIS CREATIONSBEGAN TO EMERGE FROM AN UNCONDITIONAL LOVE,GRASPING, STEALING A FAMILY OF EMOTIONS,AND WHILE IT HAD BEENContinue reading “DEATH OF…”

THE LOSS OF LOVE

ANOTHER SINGLE PERSON WAITSIN THE DESPAIR OF SOME ROOMOF EMPTINESS, WAITS TO BE CALLED,INVITED INTO A CROWDED NIGHTCLUB,WHERE THEY MIGHT BECOME HOPEFOR OTHERS, OR, SIMPLY FADENOTHINGNESS—HAND LATCHED TO THE WHISKEY SHOTLIKE UNCLE’S PASTIMESCAUGHT IN THE LOUD ENVIRONMENTOF A BAR DESIRING ASSOCIATION,PARTNERSHIP, SOFT FUSION—BUT NOT THIS SINGLE;THEY DO NOT GET THE COMFORTOF A BALLAD—A SONG THATContinue reading “THE LOSS OF LOVE”

FACING IT…

MY DARKENED FACE BRIGHTENS,BECOMING VISIBLE FROM BEYOND THE LIGHT.I TRIED TO HOLD IT IN,THESE RIDICULOUS WATERWORKS.I AM TO BE FRIGID. UNWAVERING.MY WANDERING MIND DISOBEYS MELIKE A PUBESCENT CHILD, REBELLIOUS IN NATUREIGNORING INSTRUCTION. I SHIFTMY THOUGHTS-MY ATTENTION RETURNS.I FOCUS-I’M OUTSIDETHE CORRIDOR OF THE NICUAGAIN, TRYING TO REFRAIN FROMNEGATIVE OUTLOOKS.I STROLL THROUGH THE HALL,PEAKING IN SEARCH OFContinue reading “FACING IT…”

SWAG

SISTER OF MINE … 12 YEARS…YOU’VE BEEN IN MY LIFEI REMEMBER… WHEN WE FIRST MET… I …NEVER WOULD’VE GUESSED THIS OUTCOMETHAT WE WOULD BE SO CLOSE…. BEST FRIENDS BEFORE MY SISTER STOLE YOU…BUT OUR STATUS AS FAMILY WAS ALREADY SECURE…YOU DIDN’T LAST LONG AS A FRIEND BUT BECAME MY SISTER QUICKLY…WE’VE SEEN SO MANY THINGSContinue reading “SWAG”