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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”

Choose Smoke: If You Must Interact With Donkeys or Elephants

Dramatic. Like Gandhi tucking a firearm into the waistline of a three-piece suit, asking Congressto pass the George Floyd Justice in Policing Act. Or like Tupac spitting at reporters, and then speeding down the street in a black jeep, navigating a broken culture. Bizarre like that. Electric like that. The vibes are the vibes. JamesContinue reading “Choose Smoke: If You Must Interact With Donkeys or Elephants”

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”