The arena.

8.19.20 Dad, I have been waiting on this a long time. Mulling over when and how to express something so lofty. So precious as life. Like holding a bird in your hands. Cupping them firmly enough so he doesn’t fly away but gently so as not to harm him. I think the truth is often... Continue Reading →

Upper room.

5.31.2020 Dad, I’m still only playing at love. I’m still only playing with black lives. I’m not trying to know their world but pull them into my own. Use the Dream [Between the World and Me] that burdens them to clothe their beautiful black bodies and redeem their inhumane lives. But it cannot. The white... Continue Reading →

Helheimr!

5.5.2020 Dear dad, I suppose you, and the people (I know, our letters are indeed seen by more eyes than our own), are probably tired of hearing about movies. The thing is, I just can’t help it. When I watch movies or read books, pieces of their stories inevitably and loudly speak to my own.... Continue Reading →

Pandiculation.

4.11.20 Dear dad, I do not believe it a coincidence that the Webster dictionary word of the day today is “pandiculation.” What in the world right? At first, I wasn’t sure how this had anything to do with anything. I opened the app on my phone to look up a couple words from the book... Continue Reading →

Life from the grave.

4.1.20 Dear dad, You would have enjoyed the day today. April entered 2020 with sun and warmth, promising light and life. I went to the post office to drop off a couple letters. Not gonna lie it was nice to drive again. Rolled the windows down, hair whipped in the wind, radio bumped on max... Continue Reading →

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