“If you come to my country, you got
to understand my language if you want to communicate.” By his own estimation,
the man spoke three languages: the projects,housing authority executive, and
Ronnie Davis was my boss at the
Cuyahoga Metropolitan Housing Authority (CMHA), he the
There is not much to say about this poem… except it is a good poem to try on.
Cross your arms, stick out your boo-boo lip and go for it.
you used to wear diapers? Was there a
time when examining your feet was more fascinating than watching the NFL? Are
you a former stair surfer and who had the carpet burns on your chin to prove it?
grab a pencil or
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call yourself an educated man.”
I was having
a buffet breakfast in 2006 with two Afghan teachers at a conference for Middle
Eastern educators (TARA) in Bahrain. The
man was young, maybe thirty, the woman, Hamaira, more seasoned,
“What were you doing in Kazakhstan?’ asks the customs agent
“How much time do you have?” I want to answer, but these
folks get paid to not know how to take a joke, so I just say, “Visiting.”
He stares me down.
No one climbs aboard
a bicycle and proclaims, “I want to crash and fall on my head. Bring on the broken bones.” No one puts a
cake in the oven hoping it will come out burned black and tasting like a hockey
puck. Likewise, people don’t get married because they want to
I received this email from my daughter Kelly yesterday. Go Kelly! Go Danny! Following in the family tradition of being plain-clothes revolutionaries.
Since the beginning of September the dreaded AR points have been hanging over Danny’s head. At Danny’s school 4th graders need 12 points a month to go to
poetry is an advanced academic pursuit while constructing poetry is child’s
this. You are called into a classroom
and asked to hunch over images of Tiger Woods swinging a golf club. You answer a set of questions
Thoughtlessly this morning I brushed my teeth with the tap
water. I cooked oatmeal over a steady natural gas flame in a heated home and
then poured it over frozen blueberries.
When I saw the clock blinking on the stove, I realized we must have had
a power outage in
“Do you really want to do this?” Michael asks. He knows that I hang on to images. The Hanoi Hilton. Treblinka.
Hiroshima wiped me out for a week.
I couldn’t eat, close my eyes. Man’s inhumanity quite literally makes me sick.