We live in an urban universe Between street lights, stars, moons and stop signs, from distant planets unrecognized before we met within stories of broken barriers spoken by elder OGs of these histories many cultures connected together by identities’ gravitational pull...
Did you know that in early 1934 there was a small potato chip manufacturing plant in Saint Paul? My family owned and ran it. I was about four or five years old at the time. We lived at 1276 North Snelling Avenue, across from the main gate of the fairgrounds. My...
Cops know that hands can kill us always, watch the hands hands comfort, carry, bring safety they hold, caress, and lift us hands give life hands take life make love, war the touch of a hand can heal it can bring immeasurable pain hands make beautiful music and art...
It was an after school program for kids. I was ready like a manatee is ready for ping pong. Just a little clumsy after being tucked away in a collegiate cave while this city extols Saints just down the street. . . . I’ve still got a lot to learn. Like how those...
Kimberly woke up this day and sat on the side of her bed, thinking. She opened her window. Just like the day before, it was wet and dark and raining. There were no birds in sight, no singing. The sun was hiding. It is so wet and dark, Kimberly thought to herself, and...
Recent Comments