fiction and musings from a gay black dude with delusions above his station
My agent got me a gig on a public service announcement about Juneteenth, a 30-second ad to recognize and celebrate the new national holiday. Who’s doing it, the government? I asked. After a pause, he answered Step Right Up, Inc., real quick, like at 80 MPH. When he talked fast, that meant he wanted to…
I saw him sitting in the bleachers looking my way. I rationalized that he’s probably looking at the new computerized scoreboard our piss-poor high school just installed. Everybody does, more in disbelief than anything else. I kept running around the track, eyes forward. Then I ran in front of the billboards. They’re bright and colorful…
This story could be called a love letter to the Duke Ellington Orchestra. I wrote it around the time I fell head over heels for all things Ellington and started listening to his music 23 out of 24 hours in the day — a practice I continue to the present time. I immersed myself in…
