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Body, Fiction, Leadership, Pride, Short Story

Celebrate Pride!

In recognition of Pride Month, I offer my short story, “Drones,” a dark, zany, interracial love story between two soldiers—men—deployed in Afghanistan shortly after the official end of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”. It’s a story about levels of leadership in relationships, families, the military and similar authority-based organizations. It’s a story about the environment, ecological terrorism, and the inability/unwillingness to express compassion. It’s about love and trust.

Black, Body, Family, Personal Narrative

Body Stories: Mirror, Falling, Shaking

I have to admit that, like many Black people, the murder trial of former Minneapolis Police Officer Derek Chauvin took me out of my groove, broke my productive stride. The anxiety related to the verdict and the trial’s cultural, historical, and global implications notwithstanding, my anxiety was mostly related to seeing the depictions of George… Continue reading Body Stories: Mirror, Falling, Shaking

Black, Family, Poetry, Racism, Reading, White Supremacy

Black Lemonade

What is there to know about a poem except that the experience of a poem should press on the most local bodies (meaning stories) to the most universal narratives like time, family, history, and freedom. The poems in Black Lemonade: poems open up to notions of choice and vulnerability in the face of seemingly no… Continue reading Black Lemonade

Black, Racism, Terms and Definitions, White Supremacy

What is a Body (Ody, Ody, Ody)?

So, just what is a body? Seems like a strange question, right? I know, I know. I gave a side-eye the first time someone first seriously asked me that question. I found myself struggling to answer concisely because the harder I tried, the further away from my center, meaning notions of my own body, I… Continue reading What is a Body (Ody, Ody, Ody)?

Black, Media, Personal Narrative, Racism, Terms and Definitions, White Supremacy

Media* Schmedia: The Male Media* Elite (MM*E)

I remember visiting the state newspaper and discussing the role of the press and media while watching the actual newspaper printing, rolls of paper whirling around conveyors and the “weird” smell. I also recall a New Media segment in a high school freshman English class in which we studied the different types of media messaging and propaganda. My key takeaway from my early media training was twofold: Media is always trying to persuade, and there is always someone doing the persuading, for some reason.

Black, Racism, Scholarship, Terms and Definitions, White Supremacy

The H-TOMB Goes Boom!!!

So, real talk, I can save you from what you may perceive as “the trouble” of reading what’s ahead in the next few paragraphs by first offering a paraphrase: the USA’s dominant ideology is white supremacy and is enacted by and to protect the interests of male white embodied people and then those interests of… Continue reading The H-TOMB Goes Boom!!!

Black, Personal Narrative, Racism, Scholarship, Terms and Definitions, White Supremacy

Precursor to H-TOMB: Don’t Worry This Will All ((Probably x 1) Not) Make Sense

Upon writing this, remnants of my anxiety during the protests are coming forth, the anxiety of being embodied as Black and male, recognizing that there is no place to run and hide from the constant signifying (more on this in the near future). I remember the contempt I felt seeing camouflaged vehicles and authorized children with guns patrolling my neighborhood. I recall how disgusted I was, and am, by the politics fueled by white supremacy and genital supremacy continually destroying our lives, and to a further extent, destroying our planet.

Black, Family, Music, Personal Narrative, Poetry

The Corey Trilogy

All I really remember at this point is my brother’s carrier sliding towards the truck door, then out of it. How did he start sliding? How did the door come open? Had my mother not closed it properly? Was it faulty? Had I opened the door and pushed my brother out?

Black, Personal Narrative, Racism, Scholarship, Terms and Definitions, White Supremacy

What Is ‘Black’? Or, Why Do My Eyes Deceive Me?

I think on some level we suspect/know that this absurdity—of (mis)identifying people by skin color—is technically wrong, weird, and compelling us to perpetuate it. Seemingly, withstanding the overt, subtle, and almost invisible assault by white supremacy (meaning white supremacists, the people) requires such perpetuation because, under such domination, the constant withstanding becomes life.

Fiction, Reading, Short Story

Raincheck: Conclusion

A broke security engineer obsessed with TV fights his love to steal. What happens when he accidentally breaks his prized TV, Artie, and his compulsion to watch reignites his old flame? Or, perhaps, ignites a new one? Subscriber Content In his bedroom, he pulled out clothes from his dresser, his closet, and from under his… Continue reading Raincheck: Conclusion