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The Pink Ribbon Blues – Part V (Conclusion)

Rick called on Lionel’s cell just as he was packing up his briefcase.  It had been a long ass day filled with too many meetings about too much stuff that they had been dealing with for too long and he … Continue reading

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The Pink Ribbon Blues – Part II

He stood eyes closed and let the notes wash over him as he leaned against the wall, a Diet Coke hanging from one hand.  He barely allowed her to speak when she arrived.  “Take it out and play something,” he … Continue reading

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The Pink Ribbon Blues – Part I

As soon as Lionel entered the family room, tie undone, shirt untucked, beer can in hand, his eyes fell on the saxophone.  It has occupied the same corner, slouched at the same unaltered angle, for the past four days.  Dust … Continue reading

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The Divide and Conquer Project

During the Prop. 8 campaign four years ago, I received a mailer from the Yes on 8 folks which featured black religious figures on one side and then-presidential candidate Barack Obama on the other.  It contained quotes like these: “Marriage … Continue reading

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Passion Flowers – Part II

Light, airy, and meticulously clean, attributes that well describe Mr. Horton’s apartment.  His closet embodied the exact opposite. As we entered, he reached up and pulled a cord.  A single bulb, brown with dust, hung on a thick wooly wire.  … Continue reading

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Passion Flowers – Part I

“Listen, why are you here?” Startled, I looked up from my notepad. “The lifetime achievement award, Mr. Horton.  My magazine wanted an interview.” “No!  Why did they send you?” I had no immediate response. “You’re awfully young, you know that?  … Continue reading

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Flutter, flitter, feet atwitter — An Excerpt from Sin Against the Race

Flutter, flitter, feet atwitter.  Fire burning, souls aglitter. Off the bus with a twirl and a shimmy.  Sidewalk owned with strides and shuffles.  Cold air glances cast asunder by the Posse’s inner glow. A motion put on the floor to … Continue reading

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Ask the Question – Question Bridge, An exploration of black males

While bounding down the corridor carrying a US mail container, I’m stopped by someone who asked me if I was picking up the mail.  I explained pleasantly that no, I wasn’t.  The person grew indignant and insisted that I do … Continue reading

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Last Rites for Mr. Cuddles

Grease splattering, water boiling, pots and pans clanking, bodies moving and shuffling, and layered above it all were the voices of the too many chefs against a backdrop of old school blues moaning its heart out. Crissy got annoyed.  She … Continue reading

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Get. Out. – Excerpt from “Sin Against the Race”

Cynthia saw Leon with a look on his face as he walked towards her, Cecelia, and Victor. “What’s up?” she said. “Oh the shit’s hit the fan now!” “What?” “I just saw Councilman Berry and his family take off in … Continue reading

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