Afrodisiac

At the absolute apex of my adolescence, I sported an afro for two years. It wasn’t some kind of fashion statement, or some kind of returning to my roots, or even an homage to Michael Jackson, circa 1979. It was instead a product of laziness and the procurement of two cheap picks at the dollar … Continue reading Afrodisiac

Two Parts

“You grew up where?” he asked me, incredulity in his tone, head cocked to the side. “Philadelphia,” I repeated, for the apparently hard of hearing barber, whose nametag proclaimed him BoCeephus. “My cousin Dewey was born and raised in Philly,” BoCeephus said as he brushed off the tattered apron and placed it around my neck. … Continue reading Two Parts

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“I’m on my way. Driving at ninety down those country lanes, singing to ‘Tiny Dancer.’ And I miss the way you make me feel, and it’s real. We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill.” ~Ed Sheeran It’s no surprise that I like to sing. Check out my youTube channel I’m about to … Continue reading 13186