The wrong stuff

How are things done? How are cities built and enemies destroyed? How are odds met and matched? How does greatness out? One decision at a time. No. The same decision over and over again. I shall rise and I shall try. If I fail, I shall rise again and I shall do again. In the … More The wrong stuff

Sins we left behind

Home smells of in-season flowers, stinks of guilt and unspoken condemnation. The sea parts, but she is no Moses. Mother finds a boy in the corner. Will she remember me? No. Even after all we had? Especially after all you had, and all you lost.

Chronicling the fall

The thing about empires is they fall. Because the hierarchy thins at the top. And the bile at the bottom will rise and corrode the top. The many outanger the few. Can you count the black, brown, and the red? It may take generations. Is there a thought that we will strip again and endure … More Chronicling the fall

Like you

There is a word for people like you. Those who cannot sit and stew, those who mumble in quiet spaces. The arrogance that wafts around you, the stench of desperation. It escapes me now. What the knock-off-suit-wearing-gold-tooth-having-thinly-veiled-misoginy-spewing-creatures are called. The type to replace you drink with something sweet and flowery. I’ve seen pets bigger than … More Like you


Forgiveness, redemption, the strike though, and shall we begin again. If I never ask, and only give. This confession. And take nothing. I am sorry. Refuse to petition, and never seek penance. Because I begrudge you your release. I would rather these sins shackle me, as long as yours cage you as well.