I love art. It allows people to speak a language we can all understand, even if we don’t understand the language that comes out of one’s mouth. The language of beauty, and imagination, the art of using one’s hand to make something pleasing for another’s eye. The self expression that allows a person to put … More Portrait of a Year
Guess who’s birthday it is today? Oh come on, I think you already know this one, but play along with me anyway. That’s right. The one. The only. The kid that is probably going to be voted most likely to go to prison and then become the hit of cell block A. Jack Brown. Today … More Seven
On a cold, overcast Tuesday morning eighteen years ago, the old man that I had only known for three weeks, was laid to rest. Not a long time, but just enough to know his story and the miracle that came at the end of it. He was was old, but not old enough to die … More The Miracle
I am not sure what is faster at this point of the walk, my pace or my heartbeat. I check my watch and I am already three miles into a hike that I am yet to determine how long it will last. The city is mine this early in the morning, empty like a movie … More Blue like Hope
The truck pulls in to the check point, honking its horns and causing the guards to raise their guns. All I hear is lots of screaming in Creole, and pointing to a spot, just near the dock of the cider block building that is home of the operating room, one of the few on the … More Giving Thanks
Soon the beast will arrive, the one that I have woken early for, and he will destroy me, or at least do everything in his power to level me down. I have known him all my life, and I have spent every day captured in his power, but now I know the secret, the one … More The Battle
The door cracks and I hear the squeaking of the floor underneath the feet of a 6 year old who thinks he is being stealth. The time is 3 am, I know because I am awake, finishing up a conversation with the man in the moon. I cannot sleep because my mind is full, Jack … More Wrinkles and Scars
Otis is the man tonight, the man that brings in the vibes and calms the room. He brought cigarettes and coffee, he brought his girl and a dock by the bay. He is singing, and all that is dead is alive and all that is alive is dancing. He tells me his story, he plays … More Ready for Redding
My Fellow Americans, As you wake today, you will be allowed to experience one of the greatest achievements in man’s history. You will be asked to take part in what throughout human existence had only been allowed for those of power and privilege, and yet today all men, and women, have the ability to perform. … More My Fellow Americans
The rain is cold at the end of October, but sometimes not as cold as the thoughts of the year leading up to this morning. Something has shifted in my universe, not in a bad way, nor in a good one, but simply shifted, as if to give me a push. I haven’t slept well … More The Chance to Change
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