A Brief History of Genocide

Warning: This is not a post to read if you don’t want to know about Man’s inhumanity to man. I wrote the first draft this post back in 2007, in response to some bloggers’ voiced perceptions that there is a face of inhumanity, that particular groups of people have been humanity’s victims or demons. Let…

Writing Misadventures

Writing a book is an interesting endeavor. What and how you write shifts with your mood, and similarly, how you view what you’ve written changes in the same way. There are times you think it’s brilliant and times you’re positive it’s as dull as dishwater. The truth is always in between the two extremes. Having…

Gojira! A Review from a lifelong fan

There are two kinds of Godzilla movies (ignoring the previous US fiasco wherein the big G-man was some kind of T-Rex mutant). The first kind is where Godzilla is a beast who (whether on purpose or by accident) ravages a city (usually Tokyo) and leaves thousands dead. In the second kind, Godzilla is a friendly…

Light Years Away

Today’s mood: Joe Satriani, with “Light Years Away.” Kill ’em, Joe. Shoulda gone to Venice. “Wind in the Trees”

God Can Take a Joke

There was the full of you all pronated jaw and pointy nose a jagged smile i thought was glory large eyes and curious stare In retrospect, not sure why I mistook you for perfection Goblins and ghosties and long-legged beasties and girls that go bump in the night. My mama warned me ’boutcha.

The Color of Change

I am a child of the 1960s. I was nearly born colored, as my mother had been but slipped between the cracks of definition. She, born in a more tranquil time the color of separate but equal. We learned, though, it was equal only in the way same-color paint bought in two batches is equal.…

longer the way

though long is the way she never forget, never forget, never forget she never forget stories of ancestors heat of her tears, unrequited anger appears impenitent ruin negligence sears grandmother cries, but never you fear, (along the way, the longa the way, you stronger today) i once heard her say (she never forget, never forget,…

Why I Poet – segundo parte

I became a poet in 1969, shortly after my 11th birthday. I didn’t bother to write any poems, see, because that’s not what poets do. Writing poems down is what published poets do. I was a poet, though unwritten. It was on a warm autumn’s day that I stumbled across the 64 pages of Don…

Another Audition

Now auditioning: Juliette d’Arc Dubois, Jeanne’s sister. I think she nailed her audition with Foss. I wonder how Jeanne will react when she discovers her staid, grumpy sister is flirty and open with him. Two hours after my meeting, during which I reached out to every mutual acquaintance that Dark and I shared, I was…