Gin And Jazz
Short Story I pulled the needle over to the record. It scratched as it spun. Two greats in duet. It had a sweet swell of suspicion to the tone of the cornet. I...
Tagged: race
Wheelbarrow Race
Haibun Frankie holds the younger boy’s ankles. When the ladies say “Go!” he and the boy race up the green toward the finish line. The younger boy’s desperate hand-after-hand wheeling pulls Frankie along. And...
Divisive Misnomer
Spoken Word In a race, do you look left or right? Do you look up to mark your distance From the sun on the ground to where you are? Does the glare spurn...
POC Problems
Spoken Word Every person of color’s favorite question to be asked is: “What are you?” “WHAT am I?” Well, I can be whatever you want me to be, baby. Nah, let me tell...
