No Emotions for a Failed Party

Hakeem Jeffries kneels for the umpteenth time this year. Tap shoes grind down to the soles on men who don’t have souls. They float, like bees, but sting and shuck, like worthless pigs, sporting power ties and gray suits, electric sliding across tiled floors for votes, for genocide, for bites at the apple, for AIPAC’sContinue reading “No Emotions for a Failed Party”

Hampton, Like Fred

Hampton boulevard buzzes. I stalk sidewalk. A Free Palestine flag flaps in front of an old tree, towering, like a symbol of an American today, a tale creeping along flesh, begging for the right interpretation.D. Trump is in Norfolk. Protesters put toes on burning sidewalks. Justice simmers. I can’t feel my face these days, hustlingContinue reading “Hampton, Like Fred”

Too Short Narrates American Morning

Flip the switch. Press the gas. Cruise Waterside Drive until sunlight blurs the traffic lights. Icarus before the crash. Maybe. Too Short talks that talk. Runs down the science of hustle. Rock the Bells on SiriusXM is the corner store: Cheetos, fruit punch, and a peanut butter Twix. Multi-colored signage. Graffiti splashed on walls representsContinue reading “Too Short Narrates American Morning”

Gas Lighters Tap Dance in the Comments Section

Spare me the fan fiction. Spare me the counterfeit morality. Spare me the bankrupted hymns of polluted country. Allow me to dig into my black crate for liberation music,for the perfect anti-system record to make sense of America’s guttural blues. Dead Prez. Public Enemy. Fela Kuti. Kendrick Lamar. This is S-Dot scripture, a black fistContinue reading “Gas Lighters Tap Dance in the Comments Section”