A cool breeze leads
a dancing pattern,
and wreckage is free
where ants work the bark.
Robins sing
of playful work,
and black birds parade
contrasting duos.
Monthly Archives: September 2009
Retreat to Advance
Have you ever experienced intense frustration trying to recall something?
Perhaps it is the name of someone you want to call. Sometimes it is a tune that is dancing around your mind just out of memory’s reach. There was an item that my wife asked me to pick up at the store. “Write it down so [...]
STATE OF RACE
Over the weekend the state of race relations in America came to mind…Seventy-five thousand protestors marched against President Obama’s agenda…Serena Williams had a meltdown at the U.S. Open…Kanye West went thug at the MTV Video Music Awards…And I attended my friend Kim’s Gospel Brunch in Beverly Hills. All of these events, except for my brunch, [...]
MOVIE REVIEW: I CAN DO BAD ALL BY MYSELF
I have long enjoyed much of Tyler Perry’s work. Generally one of the token Caucasian press at screenings or press junkets, I have often felt Perry’s work has elevated beyond that of a stereotypical caricature African-American and successfully crossed over into every demographic with character traits relatable to every ethnicity, demographic and religion. More than [...]
Dawn Words
Dawn is near as I park in front
the blinking meter on Eleven Street.
The city is waking and the birds lead
as I cross the street to the coffee house.
At five thirty AM the lock clicks
and the brew pulls me to the counter.
With cup in hand I lay a notebook
on the round table to collect my words.
MOVIE REVIEW: EXTRACT
What man writes a script – a comedy no less – that has a character who gets his testicles blown off? A woman writing it, I would believe. But a guy? Well, leave it to Mike Judge, the brains behind “Beavis & Butthead”, “Office Space” and “Idiocracy”, to do just that. A man who you [...]
ROAD TO NOWHERE—BIG MOUNTAIN
The email from Tilly on facebook said something to the effect, “I think you may know Paula Greenstein. And if you’re in Montana, anywhere near Whitefish, I think she owns a restaurant there called Wasabi—it’s supposed to be really good.” I read the email again, amazed at the Lord’s hand in all affairs. I had [...]
ROAD TO NOWHERE PART VI
Although I’d become accustomed to the forward motion of a life lived on wheels, a few days in Missoula were an extraordinary detour into the Land of Normal. True, this was not my idea; indeed it was Mike who thought it best to give my old-body a few days of healing time before moving on. [...]
