What a Quarantime To Be Alive Vol. 2

A few months ago I was scared.  Like most Americans, I watched a new virus terrorize Europe- and naively I thought it might not board a plane for the US, and if it did we’d most certainly be “ready”. That purposeful ignorance and blind faith in our leadership didn’t exist due to a lack of…

What a Quarantime To Be Alive

We find ourselves in a strange place in April of 2020, don’t we? I was going to write about my own feelings of isolation and claustrophobia during quarantine, but why bother? We’re all out of work (whether you’re logging on from home or not), we’re all alone, together (the tattoo I got 15 years ago…

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…