fiction and musings from a gay black dude with delusions above his station
Michael, or Misha as many of us from UCLA called him, and I were in some cafe in the South Bay long ago when Beethoven’s Third came over the speakers. We paused our chatter to listen from time to time. What a badass piece this is, we concluded. We both had heard it countless times,…
Dinosaur. Dinosaur. Dinosaur. I’m lost. I enter rooms and forget where I am. I drive streets I’ve known since childhood aimlessly. I make wrong turns to correct other wrong turns. Robert called me when both Mom and Dad, in their turns, passed on. I had to call my other siblings once I got word from…
There is an old stool sitting in the back of the garage next to the treadmill. It has gray painted metal legs and a round wooden seat. Part of the seat broke away, exposing some of the metal support underneath. How this happened I couldn’t say. I cannot recall a time when it did not…
