Imprisoned by words
Finality of contradiction – A poem
The lines are blurred, so they can be seen clearly.
You’ve got it made.
He would pounce, so that we would remember.
The Youngblood Chronicles: Y’all gotta set a example – The Patterson Brothers
I slipped out the house, successfully eluding the detection my parents who were snoring heavily in concert with the Sandman. I closed and locked the door with the velvet touch of a cat burglar, I gleefully hopped down the stairs and turned the corner with a sense of purpose and self-assurance, my shirt was crisplyContinue reading “The Youngblood Chronicles: Y’all gotta set a example – The Patterson Brothers”
A letter to home from my heart – Chicago
“To my beloved Chicago…”
Introduction: The Square
“… Growing up in Chicago was a privilege …”
Castaway – A poem of acknowledgement
Stepping aside sometimes takes more conviction
