Flying Rocks and Hidden Hands

Flying Rocks and Hidden Hands

I History. His-story. Are you he or him? If you’re a she, her, they, or them, your story is not entirely yours to write or shape. Buyer beware. II It is ridiculous, yet I don’t know which is more ridiculous. The efforts to restrict knowledge of history or the actual...
Morning Thoughts

Morning Thoughts

I LOVE these cards!!! Get your deck at https://www.blackqueertarot.com According to my Rise Sleep app, my sleep debt is 17.7 hours since Saturday. Chyle… Getting my eyes dilated this afternoon. Probably should draw my tarot cards before heading to the doctor’s office....
Loss and Re-Creation

Loss and Re-Creation

As the iconic hook of Miles Davis’s “So What” caresses my ears my thoughts shift to possibilities and creation. The story remains one of the possibilities—publishing my first novel, publishing the first volume of my publishing empire, and building something better...
Briles

Briles

Photo Source: AliExpress https://he.aliexpress.com/item/1588072154.html He was no longer tired. The demoralizing vice of bloodlust was reinfecting him. He did not mourn the grizzled warrior that he left behind. However, he mourned the wise gentleman of leisure he was...
I’m Not Certain What He Meant to Say

I’m Not Certain What He Meant to Say

Patti Negri’s book, “Old World Magick for the Modern World” is on my desk next to me. She gave it to me following our psychic experience with her. I was compelled to pull this book from my shelf because my father has been tugging at my ears each day. I’m grateful that...
In My Lane

In My Lane

I am amazed by the things that girls and women survive in this world. From patriarchy to misogyny with far too many daily threats to personal security, self-determinism, and autonomy. The view from the outside incites far too many negative emotions for me; however, I...
Moments from a Beloved Conversation

Moments from a Beloved Conversation

Prompt for this entry “Heroes aren’t only in the movies.” This phrase stretches across my upper back on a long-sleeve t-shirt given to me by the Black AIDS Institute many years ago. I was part of the volunteer squad to help them with their annual fundraising gala and...
Sweet Potatoes

Sweet Potatoes

In childhood, the sermon was my least favorite segment of church service until the pastor got to whoopin’ near the end. By then, the ladies of the church had long since swooned when embodied with the holy ghost and had recovered their faculties. The deacons helped to...

Reflection on the Mean Girl That Was 2020 – Part 2

I changed my mind about a lot of things this year. I’ve known better for a long time, but I did not necessarily do better. This past year saw me continue to wrestle with doing the right thing for my physical, mental, and spiritual well-being. If I apply “As a man...