They’re Just Stories

  This short piece became part of the framework for the book I’m currently working on. There’s no title yet, but I can confidently say there’s six chapters of solid storytelling completed. The story follows two boys from Queens who take the subway into Manhattan in the summer time. Hip hop, skate culture, weed culture,…

Can I Live? The Rap Writer’s Essential Question

I’ve never played the piano, unless you count that mindless tinkering we all do as kids. I’ve always looked at that box of wood lined with keys like a Rubik’s Cube; a puzzle that doesn’t compute between my ears.  I couldn’t tell you the difference between the long, sleek, white bars or the stubbier, taller…