Poem: Lovely born sorrow

Lovely born sorrow may your tomorrows Remember nostalgia is a forgotten kind of magic. I had a favorite pillow when I was small, Purple, corduroy vibrant velvet It was more than comfort It was my soul friend That I sunk into grieving effervescent indigo. Cat-like curled unfurled Pouring volcanic survival tears Gestated in fractured, volatile…

Power to the People of Oakland

I love living in Oakland, California, the most racially diverse city in the nation. This is where political activists from the 60s, the Black Panthers rose up in social revolution, Oakland is their birthplace. I remember them not as the violent revolutionaries that they are portrayed as, I acknowledge the social work that they implemented,…

Thank You Bruce Lee

Copyright free images of Bruce Lee The Martial Artist, Bruce Lee internationally elevated Asian attractiveness during the 1960s. Before (and unfortunately after) him, both Asian men and women were depicted as unattractive and/or villianously alien but at least his magnetic presence propped open the door to eventual positive Asian portrayal in media. The standard depiction…

Memoir : Tears reveal what’s real

At the bus stop at 50th St and while riding the bus, an anonymous angel was singing. Her voice reminded me of Erykah Badu. She was branchlike thin. Her lithe face was in a sculpture of pain, drooping with grave stories but she was gloriously murmuring in a hum, lyrics like a mantra. The magic…