“That’s my boy.”
“Which one is he Norma?”
“The cute one laying next to that girl.”
“But he’s black”
“I know, my son Dean married a Black woman and became Jewish.”
“Jewish, oh, that’s too bad guess he’s not coming here.”
“Barbara.”
“Just kidding. He’s cute, he looks nothing like you though.”
“I don’t know, I think I had dreadlocks just like …
Author Archives: Jordan
My Grandma
My Rounded Sister
I know how you felt
The nervous and chilly expressions
The not so subtle edging in the seats toward the isle.
I myself get the same reaction.
I just wanted to say,
“Sit next to me my rounded sister”
We will revel together in not fitting on the seat
My shoulders covering part of your seat
You half way into the isle.
That …
The Last Thing I Remember
The last thing I remembered was the light coloring beautiful shades of blue. The chlorine singeing my nostrils as they struggled for air. Sinking further down, the back of my father turning from body to distorted colors of bright white and pink.
It really did move in slow motion, the milliseconds drifting in a …
I Never Belonged
It wasn’t just the dreadlocks. A lot of times in DC I can chock up the staring to the badly twisted dreadlocks that now frame (or often cover) my face. Nor was it the protruding belly. No, these were not the stares of being that fat guy at a pool party. …
Can Fat People Love?
Sweat dripped between the curves of his breasts and rounded the corner of his stomach getting stuck in between the suction being created by the meeting of these two bodies. Her mouth let out a moan of appreciation for the moment he had just brought. He groaned his thank you as her body grabbed him …
Memory’s Cruelty
Why don’t we remember sun
How beautiful its rays feel while we rolled down a steep hill
How it lightens the soul even during the most serious of TV tag games.
Why don’t we remember the breeze
And the way it pricks at our hair as we sore on a swing
Such calmness brought as we glide toward clouds and …
Saving
I don’t believe that things happen for a reason, or that there is a purpose to life. But sometimes a series of events conspires to define your life. Not fitting into a grandiose plan for the universe or to serve some spiritual being, but rather a moment that defines the life of a person …
Black Lagoon of Comfort
Black lagoon of comfort
Bitter taste of familiarity.
No matter how I try to rid myself of you.
Create substitutes.
Drowning in you I find an unhappy home
No matter how hard I fought you
Your presence is now back.
A Beautiful Woman Walks By
Even as she walked passed my eyes couldn’t waver. Fixed on the unconventional beauty my gaze transfixed. A smile claimed the contours of her body and hugged her in a knowing comfort. Her hair cut short playing perfect frame for this captivating face which although colored with a red birthmark, far from …
Peaceful Moments
Peaceful moments that are too few.
Yet now I can’t stand it.
The sound in my subconscious can no longer be subdued
Equally cannot be understood.
What was once a moment of joyful silence
Had become seconds of dread.
When will I not be scared by the moon?
No matter how I felt or how we were the moon always …
