Live from Planet Woke

Live from Planet Woke

by | Creative

On a morning that was remarkable in no other way, the famous sports star stared into the bathroom mirror, into his own face, and the huge problem hovering above it.  A kinky revolution had sprouted atop his head as he’d slept. A tiny 2-inch Afro now stood triumphantly...
The Fare

The Fare

by | Creative

You’re 15 minutes away and the meeting is starting. You’re the only one waiting and step closer to the sidewalk. You hold your hand towards heaven. Make eye contact with the next cab driver staring in your direction-a few years older, bearded like you, slightly fairer...
Jackie

Jackie

by | Creative

The 1st time you meet Jackie she asks if you date then offers to suck your dick before you answer. You’re on the late night shift, leaned against the late night entrance smoking when she approaches. 6 feet of platinum blonde, wide shouldered working girl standing...

A Poem for Chris Brown

by | Arts & Culture, Creative, Media, Writing

From One Virginian to Another You sir, have been dipped in asshole sauce and baked to an embarrassing glaze. You sir, wrapped in tabloid newsprint, are stinking up the kitchen with your fishiness. You Chris, will be forever remembered as the singer who gave Virginia-...

New Poem: Fire Sciences

by | Arts & Culture, Creative, Writing

This is a poem that I’ve been working on for a while-an introduction to a new series. The idea for “The Fuckers” series was taken from “The Vandals” poems written by Alan Michael Parker and ideally is a way to use poetry to talk about all...