Chicago.  Walked the streets and loved its beat, the high-class and the beaten-down. Those who built and damned, those who came and went. One name kept calling mine. I saw it many times. So, one night, I sat to ask, beyond the stars, the message cast:

“Who is Alphonse Capone?” (more…)

It rained. Loud and long. Where you couldn’t help recognize it was happening. Raining.

It wanted to be known. And so it was, in forceful ways. Its ways. Cats and dogs came tumbling around. Squirrels were nowhere to be found. Spiders hung tight to watered webs that gleamed awaiting night. In hidden places. Flowers were drenched, dragging their heads after the biggest pour. But still it brought more. It wasn’t bright out. But it was noticeable. (more…)

Today is the day of Revolution. The kind of uprising that gets a nose so out of joint, it can’t help but notice. It started with a Bang! The clock struck 12, like a battalion bell, ringing against a dark night sky, when everyone was already shot down. The silence was eerie when it came. The uprising of the dead. (more…)

In the circle, there is a centre. A dot. In the centre, there is a dot. It is the eclipse between dark and light, night and day. Night being more prevalent to most. (more…)

I didn’t know what to produce, how to bring my work forward, or how to do it well. It all seemed contrary and I made the decisions the best way I could. I didn’t know the judgement call to make from a place of judgement and so I didn’t make it from there. I made it from the air. (more…)