What am I to do? Nothing Makes Sense.

What am I to do? Nothing Makes Sense.

What am I to do? I’ve been asking myself this all day today, as I sat in silence, binge watching Boondocks on Netflix. Right now, silence is all I have because I can barely speak on what has transpired this entire week. Whatever creativity I had left has dried up. Two years. January 31st, 2014…

Slay of the Day: Tank and the Bangas!

Slay of the Day: Tank and the Bangas!

    Whimsical, soulful, and sweet describes today’s Slay of the Day; and it’s brought to you by the awesomely eclectic, Tank and the Bangas! You are treated to a light and fun performance of “Boxes and Squares,” on GRAMMY Pro Buzzin’. Even more awesome, I know the lead vocalist/poet, Tarriona “Tank” Ball! Back in…

19 to Now: A Love Letter to Birmingham

19 to Now: A Love Letter to Birmingham

  Dear Birmingham,   October has come, and now it’s almost gone. Before I can let this month end, I must sing my October Song. And this time, I dedicate this song to my fair city, my home, you. Our relationship has been a rocky one for some years now. Most of this rockiness comes…

I'd rather be a liar

I’d rather be a liar

  I don’t want to be honest. It doesn’t get any easier being transparent. I’d rather be a liar. I’d rather live in delusion, cultivating grand fiction of my ideal self. I promise you if I had the energy to pretend, I definitely would. I’m afraid to fully be me. I give bits and pieces…

For Stephen Maglott: A Thank You

For Stephen Maglott: A Thank You

It was August 14, 2016 when I learned about the passing of Stephen Maglott. At first, I didn’t believe the Facebook status I read. Soon after, I saw another status confirming what I feared. Stephen is no longer with us. We lost an important figure in our community, and our hearts go out to Stephen’s…

But those fireworks sure were pretty

But Those Fireworks Sure Were Pretty

It was July 4th, 2015. I remember I was dog-sitting for my best friend. The dog and I were chilling in my apartment, listening to music. Stomach growling, my nutritional intake consisted of a burgundy concoction of liquors. I called myself trying to escape the realities of low funds and no major food in my…