My journey is a journey through different worlds Starting in a Quonset hut in student housing in Minneapolis Back to India to my grandparents village Mud huts, community well, bullocks in the front courtyard To the mountains of Ranikhet where my father taught Flight to professorial life in Carthage Illinois And the coulees of La Crosse Wisconsin Flight back to … Continue reading Journey →

Friends and lovers, past and present Where do they come from, where do they go We were one Giggling together in warm sunlight Dressing outrageously Expressing what we considered Our own personal term Joi de vivre Laughter, joy in living, freedom You in a big red coat Gabriel in Far from the Madding Crowd Me … Continue reading Connections →

A knee to the neck Calling out to his Mama Stop. The feeling of dread I have brown children This is the world we live in. Stop. Gayle’s eyes filled with tears My daughter is expecting a baby They know it is a boy Before the joy was dread and fear Another black boy Stop. … Continue reading The prompt “Enough” →

Becoming a widow saved my mother’s life. She was a strong, educated, classy person whose life started in poverty and hardship. She studied hard to achieve scholarships and degrees. She was an educator and philanthropist, and believed in social activism. She was a loving wife and mother. She supported my father in his academic endeavors, … Continue reading Widow’s Peak →

All people want is simplicity. We want to go back to quote unquote simpler times. The frozen rose-hued memory world of the past.  A time when my Wisconsin hometown was an all-white trueblue American town. No doors were locked. There were no Jasons in the woods, no Freddie Kruegers in the basement. All families were … Continue reading Time it was →

It is what the world should look like Every color of person, a babel of languages A dynamic of motion- cars, buses, bicycles whizz by People walk, dogs with dog walkers Children, old people, young people Protestors and service workers Limos with celebrities, strollers and joggers Jugglers and street performers, drums and glitter So many … Continue reading A pop shot of Manhattan →

I want to remember only the positive times. Because the negative can be chalked up to learning experience. Negative turns on a dim bulb in a shadowy room. I love bright lights and sunshine. Negative is not my forte. I want to remember the rose-tinted times. I feel blessed to have a happy life. Yes, … Continue reading I want to remember →

Sitting on a stool in Game Knight A gaming bar in Hamilton Ohio Watching the bearded boy play drums Frank and Hunter with maroon guitars Sam’s guitar Is green. The music fills the room like torrential rain Thunderous drums, ululating guitars, mumbled vocals. I see the tiny body hooked up to wires In a glass … Continue reading Once a little prince →

When I want to do something, I try my best to reach my goal, sometimes with just hard work and sheer perserverance. Sometimes luck is a factor and most times I just reach out to the universe and say. “Make it happen!” in an abracadabra way or “Let it be!” but not in a Beatles … Continue reading Black Ice and Perserverance →

I paired two events of a day Ninety one million dollars for a contemporary art faceless steel bunny Forty million dollars to pay off student debt loan of Morehouse College students Is it yin and yang/ Dark and light/ Sad and happy/ Ridiculous and idiosyncratic/ Bad and good/ High and low/ Black and white/ Random … Continue reading Two events →