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When I was 12, ten a.m. on a Saturday morning was when the worst cartoons came on. My favorite shows, Scooby Doo, Fat Albert, and the Smurfs had long since played, so it was time to entertain myself outside with whatever makeshift toys that I could find. This was a year after my mother sent my sister and I to live in Mississippi because she was moving away from Clarksville and was not sure what to expect outside of Chattanooga, and other than my clothing which I was quickly out growing, all o...

my soul aged and weathered three colors deeper than rust with azure scars etched purposefully into the hidden parts of my ebony skin ageless love tinting rosy eyeballs a darker crimson hue distorting rainbow emotions in clouds of deciet and lies your heart yellow, fleeting painting abstract images across the canvas of my mind confusing me in pale pastels my heart gray with regret and tears shed, caused by the one whom i pledged to love forever and a day and as the last drop of ink dries. . . ...

hey, you caught me right in the middle of editorial hell just as i was cursing like a u.s. serviceman on personal leave in france drifting listlessly between Lyon and Nice searching simply for quiet and perhaps peace as Madame Belette begins her silly dance in the center of Mon Rue Esprit as only she can in a mocking show and tell just so i can see but i smile as i read Le Monde, the late edition and the featured article on Phillipe Petain entitled aptly, “the bullets fell like rain” into Par...

When I was 12, ten a.m. on a Saturday morning was when the worst cartoons come on. Scooby Doo and Fat Albert and the Junkyard gang have long since played, so its time to entertain myself outside with whatever "toys" I could find. It was a year after my mother sent my sister and I to live in Mississippi because she was moving away from Clarksville and was not sure what to expect outside of Chattanooga. I guess she never thought that I could care less about the schools or racism known in that p...

Salvation for me has come in stages. It has not been a realization of God, but a realization of me and where I am in relation to mankind as a whole as it relates to God. Confusing as it is, you will have to understand where I am from and where I am headed. As a child between the ages of seven and ten, I do not remember having a strong family foundation in a church. A lady from up the street, Ms Williams, would stop by every two to three Sundays with her son Sean and load me into the car to go...