Published in Writers’ Blokke·Mar 1To Be a White SlaveThere’s a sort of irony that comes with explaining how a white, straight male has experienced the worst parts of slavery. This may be hard to comprehend, let alone believe. I myself, never related the following events to that of enslavement until I was almost 35 years old. In this…Writers Blokke3 min read
Feb 22To Hold a Life and Death“I’m fine, dad. It’s okay, you can go now. I love you.” These last words I spoke to my father were about ten minutes before he died. …Writers Blokke3 min read
Feb 14Near Death 1:5 — SkiingFreezing to death isn’t as terrifying as it sounds, although technically I didn’t die: That’s not to say it wasn’t extremely uncomfortable, but I’m pretty sure burning or drowning to death would be worse. I was just one week shy of my celebrating sixth birthday, and having always been an…Writers Blokke3 min read
Published in Blue Insights·Feb 11Let Down: To Be, or Not To BeIt was with a death grip that I held onto my Pee-chee folder in a full sprint the entire 1-mile journey home from school. This was the first time in my life I remember caring about working hard and getting perfect grades. …Blue Insights2 min read
Published in Writers’ Blokke·Feb 8Brotherly Beatings — Part 1I was sure the next kick to my skull would result the same way as when you smash a raw egg; you know, where the shell cracks and the soft insides goop everywhere. — Like most sibling rivalries, my older brother and I were always at each other’s throats. Trust me when I say I was no angel either… but he really did start it! …Childhood Trauma2 min read
Published in Writers’ Blokke·Feb 4“CAUTION, FALLING ROCK.”The first time I stood over a human body with a severed head, just so happened to be the first time I witnessed a dead human body. There’s something inexplicable, at least in written language, of what you process when you see a decapitation. I was only 9 at the…Writers Blokke2 min read
Published in Blue Insights·Feb 1Guilty Until Proven InnocentI never thought I’d ever be arrested; much less for a crime I didn’t commit. Perhaps it was made worse for me because I was blindsided by the arrest and also, it was a ‘friend’ who framed me… The experience changes you. I was only 30 minutes away from completing…Life Lessons2 min read
Jan 26Darkness and Dog Biscuits — My Story, Part 1Hearing the muffled fighting of my mother and her newest man behind a locked pantry door, has never one of my fondest memories… nor the worst. …Trauma2 min read
