This is a graveyard outside of Homer, NY. We stopped here on our way to Philadelphia. I do love the Phillies. This is fan central in a Philadelphia Target store. The Camden aquarium has the hugest turtles I have ever seen. You know, as if I see turtles every day. These birds looked fake but … Continue reading Philly and Beyond: A Phoneographic Journey
You know, people asked me if I was going home, and I honestly didn’t know how to answer them. If I’m being honest with myself, this place is no longer home, but in place and at times it still feels like it. When I go down to South Street, even though it has changed so … Continue reading Place I Called Home
Time was on the block when kids just ran wild. There weren’t no adult supervision, weren’t no curfew, weren’t no nothing ‘cept for the kids, their imaginations, and the cars. Oh yes, the cars. See, we pretended those cars were ours on the block, no matter who they really belonged to. When it was afternoon … Continue reading Time Was…
One of the first things I should have noticed about the church was probably one of the last things I realized, and that was the racial distinctions. That’s not to say that the church is racist at all, but geographically it seemed like certain races dominated church structures. For example, the conference I grew up … Continue reading Growing Up Seventh-Day Adventist: Divisions
Words as distant lights Never shining on his corner of paradise Wrapped in shrouds of fear and determination A blanket covering his bony shoulders A cough, throaty, phlegm-filled escapes his chapped lips Corner of 15th and Girard Home An old box from Sears rain-soaked Clothes soggy from the moisture that has seeped through Seeping into … Continue reading Philadelphia: A Poem
It was 10 o’clock of a Thursday night in the city of brotherly love, the witching hour in some circles, when only the crazies and pseudo-crazies were out and about on South Street, so you know I was there. The year was 1995, but it could have been 1996 or 1997 as well, because it … Continue reading Ode to Siren’s Silence
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