The Soul

The beat.

Sheldon is originally from Guyana. He says he’s a country boy. Like the peace and quiet of living in the country. Grew up hearing the cocks crow at sunrise. His closest neighbor was at least a hectare away. He speaks with a very sing-songy New York / Caribbean accent, with a slightly French sounding tongue…

Doormen in SOHO

I didn’t know there were doormen in SOHO. Well, not until I got to my friends apartment building where I’ve been staying for the better part of the last week. I love being in SOHO. The neighborhood is great. You can walk everywhere. The shopping around here is spectacular. If only I could afford to…

The Underworld!

Two stories below the building I’m staying is the subway. Every 5 minutes, the building begins to rumble as the train passes underneath. Initially, it was a strange experience. But for me, the subway is the best. It’s like Disneyland down there. So much happens on the nyc subway, I feel I could stay…

A strong breeze blows…

For many years, I’ve wanted to move to NYC. I’ve always felt at home there. Always felt in my element. Very few places make me feel as comfortable as NYC does. I sold all my furniture when I left Miami the first time. Sold all my “stuff”. I don’t own a car. I don’t have much other…

the beach

I’m back on the beach. I’ve gotta rebuild. I sold all my furniture, gave up my apt and my car got stolen before I left town. I don’t have much. Yet, I feel happier than I have felt in years. I’m more free. My mind is clear. I have more work on my plate than I have had in months, and for once I have no doubts…

Parting thoughts about Atlanta.

I’ll be leaving Atlanta soon. Things didn’t go how I expected them to. I’m glad I came. I’ll be even more happy to leave. Staying in Atlanta would be, for me, the beginning of a type of suffering that I don’t wish to place myself in. Atlanta is one of the most racially…

The final evil.

The jar has been opened. 
The final evil has escaped. 
My curiosity has gotten the best of me.

Will I die like the cat? 
Or has my torment has finally ended. 
Perhaps my life can finally start… anew.

Damn you!

Damn you. Damn these lessons.

Every time I want to run and hide, something you said jumps to the forefront of my mind. 
Every time I get angry, I’m now forced to process it for what it actually is. 
Every time I just want to lash out and give up, you remind me that it’s not that…

forgiveness and compromise

Someone once told me that you must first love someone in order to hate them. According to that, you can love someone you hate. But would you want to? But can you forgive them? Can you forgive someone who did something that you considered an unforgivable offense. Something that, if…

just plain poo-poo (every night)

every night ends the same. 
with my shame. 
with accusations of things I haven’t done. 
with being made into a boy.
with being reminded exactly how triffling I must be.