The Darkest Place Ever: A son wrestling with the health of his father.

Dig Deep It’s never easy to dig deep within ourselves and be completely honest but it’s necessary from time-to-time. At times we have to look at ourselves and deal with our dark places. Well, here is my attempt. Daddy Dearest My dad is dying. It’s not a secret and it’s  crushing me. Yesterday he was rushed … Continue reading The Darkest Place Ever: A son wrestling with the health of his father.

Pulse: An accident of an accident. 

By Shondrell Calhoun Pulse racing.  Pulse weakening. Pulse gone.  Apologies!  So many apologies that night Broken promises attempted to be mended  Unspoken words meant to be spoken Attempts to right wrongs However it was too late The “ѕнσи∂яєℓℓ, ι иєє∂ тσ тαℓк тσ уσυ”  Were responded back with, “Rashad, I’ll talk to you in the … Continue reading Pulse: An accident of an accident. 

Diving Board

twenty five/starting to think about marriage more/I can’t pretend my DM’s don’t keep me hesitant/even though my heart is pure/then you gotta be comfortable with things you don’t know for sure/maybe I’m immature/or maybe she’s perfectly imperfect and I’m cursed with the curse of wanting more/it’s confusing to read remarks from my ex when I … Continue reading Diving Board

Fallen.

​​  There is a quiet humility that comes upon you when you look at a crumpled empire, especially when it is your own. I am twenty-five and my new found wealth and success has brought me many woes. It is a tragedy what appraisals and compliments do to the ego.  The ego unchecked can create … Continue reading Fallen.

Lines Were Drawn: Chicago, Flint, our Hell to Behold

Darkest Before Dawn Despite all indicators that urban African American life has reached full degradation, Pusha T, a Virginia based street rapper, believes that it is and has always been darkest before dawn. In other words he believes that there is still hope in the rehabilitation and prosperity of the Black inner-city. In his lyrically charming … Continue reading Lines Were Drawn: Chicago, Flint, our Hell to Behold