Dancing beneath a blood moon.

2024 Swaying in spirit. Sound reverberated from all around. The chorus from a battered wine car. Plastic wrap for windows let the song come clear through the speakers. Two young women sang and rocked in their seats. It had been since she could remember her last hot meal and nights’ rest. “Yeah” The ladies in… Continue reading Dancing beneath a blood moon.

A study of e.

I have some things I need to work on so it may be a minute before I get this finished to a finish so this will remain as it is for a spell. One, two, three, four… These are the numbers we all first learn. They are often called the natural numbers or counting numbers. … Continue reading A study of e.

Jazz concert cancelled.

Someone had written the message in black marker on copy paper and put on all the doors to enter the main library. “It’s stupid they cancelled it.” An elderly woman in red laying down to the side of the entryway said. I had come for the jazz concert, forgetting to bring a long overdue book… Continue reading Jazz concert cancelled.

Thoughts and shares

There are zero reasons that someone should be beaten to death by officers of the peace. This is a normal created by those who rely on the threat of violence for control and is acceptable under law written by those who arm the perpetrators. The United States was founded on the principle that all men… Continue reading Thoughts and shares

Long as Winchester

Marcus Winchester, the first mayor of Memphis, is buried under a municipal parking garage. His first wife, Marie, is likely there, as well.  James Winchester, John Overton, and Andrew Jackson bought a chunk of land in the Chickasaw grounds north of Mississippi in 1819, a year after Jackson and Isaac Shelby brokered the one sided… Continue reading Long as Winchester

Memorial Day

It’s Memorial Day. Social media is filled with heart felt words and images to those who died, mostly on foreign soil, defending freedom. That is what they believe they died for. The only possible way for that to be true is for us to create a real freedom to live and be free to be.… Continue reading Memorial Day

Practicing from masters.

A Clean, Well-Lighted Place is a standard for a style of writing that one need not be and do to be great but it is an excellent one to study for elevating one’s adaptability with language. I can not remember where I read it, perhaps it is in Death in the Afternoon, a book that… Continue reading Practicing from masters.

Today won’t come tomorrow.

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2007 “I hate you,” she said with a steel-piercing gaze. He sat silently. “Everything that is you, I don’t like and I am stuck with you, lying to all who ask about how great you are and wishing I could believe it. I can’t stand it, them, us. We have nothing. We are nothing but… Continue reading Today won’t come tomorrow.

Maxim and family.

Maxim Kamara contacted me through FB some months ago. June of 2020 had a lot going on and I was all manners of energy going on and a young man from Sierra Leone came out of the digital blue. It seemed a sign to pay attention to. Maxim has since checked on me an my… Continue reading Maxim and family.