How Do You Create Blacktrumpsupporters…….

Mix in a little paprika, some pepper, some salt, sea salt is best, a clove of garlic, onions, for tears of course, and then some of the tear drops as well, a bit of thyme, and some diced tomatoes….. Wait… Wait… Wrong Ingredients… My Bad… Let’s try again….. Mix in a hell of a lot…

She Does Not Question… (Reality-TV)

She looks at Hollywood-stars with their Malibu homes, their five cars, their everything. She watches back-to-back the inside-editions of their TMZ-lives, the gossip-filled-stories about their secret-affairs, their human-errors, their mindless-dreams. She looks at their thick lips, bloated lips, fakeassphony-lips. She looks at their artificial-curves with their artificial dreams. She is plugged into who slept with who and…

This Has Always Been Our America

I Children are being stolen from their parents at the border.  Sons and daughters are being  pulled away from their fathers and mothers.  Some of them to never see their loved ones again.  This is America. Greyhound buses are being boarded by ICE agents.  People are being asked to show their IDs.  Sidearms ever present….

If Today Was Your Last Day

Today If I said to you that today would be the last chance you would be able to do anything at all… Then what would be the things you would choose to do? Would you take one last ride on a rollercoaster? Dance with your lover or kiss your children good night? Would you tell…

Xavier Days – Late for Class

Fuck it. I couldn’t find my blazer.  No school insignia for me. No school colors for me.  Wrong kind of sweater today. They will say something to me.  Maybe. Most of the time they leave me alone. Not because they don’t care. But because my mom is a beast.  She will come at them like…

NO IRISHMEN.. NO DOGS.. NO WEST-INDIANS ALLOWED

My uncle once told me that while attending the London School of Economics, he used to see signs on the doors of houses that were renting flats that said… NO IRISHMEN ALLOWED… NO DOGS ALLOWED… NO WEST-INDIANS ALLOWED… At the time my uncle told me this, I had just come back from school in New York…

Your Greatest Treasure Is Your Time….

You wake up to find that there are oh so few hours in a day.. What will you do first?  Is it about coffee, about toast, about the news, about prayer, about meditation or maybe it is above none of the above.  Perhaps, you are about the morning run or biking in the park or…

Brown Children Are Dying In The War Next Door….

Some children I taught once saw a man blow away another man’s head on their way home from school.  He looked at them as he held the gun to his victim’s head and laughed as he pulled the trigger,  The next day I held a session to let them talk about what they were feeling. …