Adventures of a Bookworm

How I Ended Up with Frank Bill.

  Work was cancelled today, so I took a detour to Alexander Book Company which is right across the street from the bus stop. I looked through a shelf of books and decided to see if they had a book I’ve been stalking on Amazon for months, but too cheap to buy. I asked them… Continue reading How I Ended Up with Frank Bill.

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Videos

How to Commit a Crime (Video)

I just uploaded my first video to YouTube! A short poem I wrote inspired by Ta-Nehisi Coates and his book Between the World and Me. Please watch and share! I am also a victim to my allergies right now, so my voice may sound stuffy and low (I apologize). But i wanted to stick to… Continue reading How to Commit a Crime (Video)

My Opinions

Santa Claus Sounds Like a Rapist…

Happy Holidays! Now that I got the happy part out of the way, time for the bleak stuff…I never thought about this until now, but the idea of Santa is peculiar. And, he kind of sounds like a rapist.   He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake! He knows when you've… Continue reading Santa Claus Sounds Like a Rapist…

Journalism

Gunshots Disrupted a Bingo Night at Harvey’s Bingo Palace.

Instead of the victorious and cheerful sound of “bingo” being yelled, the sound of shots boomed throughout Harvey’s Bingo Palace Monday night, in Sacramento, when an armed robber, identified as Ted Jackson, 30, entered the building.   According to the arrest report, Jackson, entered the building and fired three shots as ordered people to get… Continue reading Gunshots Disrupted a Bingo Night at Harvey’s Bingo Palace.

My Poetry

How to Commit a Crime.

Stand still. Walk. Breathe. Hold your breath. Smile. Frown. Laugh. Cry. Blink. Wink. Talk. Be quiet. Have black skin...

My Poetry

Phantom of the Cafeteria

I recently thought about a traumatic experience in 5th grade when they found a dead body in the cafeteria vent. So I wrote this poem about it. This is like an untold narrative about him. It also sort of is a story of lots of people in my neighborhood. Fortunately, I was a survivor of penury. But, the soul of the story was a victim.