Paperman
For all those who believe despite evidence to the contrary.
For all those who believe despite evidence to the contrary.
i naw suffer fi da sound ‘cau him give me wha’ me need fight him war here wi’ mi words naw gon’ smokin’ up him weed ’cause we live in babylon think they know just what we are i can walk inna garage it won’t make me pretty car soldiers in Jah army
Fourplay, featuring Nathan East Play around, play around it. Play around, play around it. (Repeat) All players playing; sure feels nice. Beat is popping and the mood is right. Don’t stop bopping till you feel the vibe Get your baby in the morning light. All players jamming, and it sure feels tight. Beat is slamming…
This is my from favorite chapter from Awakening, my most emotional book. I won’t explain the context of the scene; you’ll have to read the book. I promise you’ll like it if you do. Grace crouched in her seat, still peering at Charlie, then, ever-so-slowly, rose up, her knees against the seat back and leaned…
It’s odd how a song can trigger a memory. They sweep in, unannounced, like that loud aunt who never gets invited but shows up anyway, bringing with her all of the energy in the room. This particular aunt brought with it the memory of my grandma’s funeral. To my surprise, I began to cry, even…
Another poetry reading. Not sure how the sound became out of synch on YouTube, but oh well. Peace, babies.
My reading of a poem I wrote entitled “Lessons from a Zambian Road.” Be gentle, babies. It’s my first time.
some words need not be rewritten only remembered te quiero, mi amor