Rootz Of A Lost Bronx Child – Freewrite #38

Had to take a minute to sit down and reflect on my state of mind hoping I can get to know myself a little bit more. Because, as much as I love to write my heart away, my palms itch for some difference. Something to take my eyes away from memories I'm sick of replaying... Continue Reading →

Cricketz At The Dinner Table

So hard to write during moments like these. Where you sit at your dinner table, Gently poking away at some roasted chicken, White rice and a small container of half-eaten red beans. A cup full of Pepsi that's been sitting in the fridge for a while, Lost of its crisp travel down through your brittle... Continue Reading →

Favorite Piece Of Chicken, Gone Bad

Only kind of side piece I like? The last piece of fried chicken from a hot, crunchy, heavenly side order of fried chicken tenders from Popeyes. A side piece I allow to flow down my esophaguas with a smile and chuck-full of pride, arriving into the inner depths of a happy-go-jolly stomach awaiting its prize.... Continue Reading →

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