I’m the fifty-clap guy. I am that guy on Medium, your biggest cheerleader.
I’m the Olympics diving-judge whose score is thrown out for being too high. I don’t care. I am here to give you your flowers. All of them. I’m here to make up for the one-clap clappers. (But…
She’s poisoned our office with her baked goods, the irresistible ones.
Literally irresistible, the cookies draw us towards them with a gravitational pull that is so famous that the lure is now lore.
Quite simply, humans can’t resist. It’s like culinary crack that crunches then melts simultaneously on our unguarded…
I just had an interesting conversation with the new bathroom janitor. I introduced myself as one of the managers. Not his manager, but one of the managers in the building. Nice guy. He told me about how much energy he puts into cleaning the bathroom, which apparently is…
The Perception and Experience of a Natural Miracle
I squinted, then peered through my murky morning lenses, as pain pulsed through my lower back. It was sore and it felt constricted, as if a giant python had wrapped itself around my torso, slowly and meticulously crushing my vertebrae. The pounding…
A conversation between two elderly cousins.
Marvin and Viere
Marvin leaned over the kitchen counter, with his phone in “speaker mode” on full blast. Marvin was talking the ears off his eighty year old cousin Viere, who was five years his junior. Marvin lived in Philadelphia, and Viere lived in…
I totally agree. In my poem, "Black is an Underlying Condition" I touched on this,
"Black is an underlying condition,
That pecks away at our souls,
Microaggressions and other transgressions,
Dehumanizing at levels untold."