September 25th.
made-up memories. a genetic predisposition to engage with life. a real dreamer. real magic. when the Universe bends to become the bow.
It’s so still that I can taste the difference: my black tea with milk is tasteless without the nectar of orange blossom honey this morning. I forgot to buy it yesterday.
Sugar doesn’t taste the same. Not in my tea and not what I can recall of it tasting when I was a kid. When I think of my childhood I recall sugar like a person with personalities, faults, issues, and plans. A relative everyone had to welcome because that’s what you do: pour sugar, large amounts, in desserts, eat items ... read more »
Tagged choices, economics, harlem, life, nyc, process of writing, questions
January 23rd.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
Intuition is a serpent. Toni Morrison on serendipity. “Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better.” ~ Camus
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This Sunday morning I waited till it was fully lit outside before rolling out of bed for I had decided last night there was nothing to decode in the frozen darkness. It just is and you endure it. Sometimes with a frosty, unintended tear on your cheek and other moments a smile that cracks across your dry mouth.
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Tagged choices, harlem, life, marco rojas, nyc, questions, relating, toni morrison, twitter, yoga
August 22nd.
labels. madness which can derail you. “the feeling YOU get, I get first.” real artists know a secret. “1 in 5 people are mad.”
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
Last night my neighborhood was pumping with life. This morning it is sleeping like a baby. It partied too hard. It’s 1:30 p.m. and it is still drowsy.
There are articles and articles upon New York City. Some about specific neighborhoods, others about restaurants, others about the politics behind everything, and then some. They all say something different. They ... read more »
Tagged art, harlem, life, nyc, questions
June 20th.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the first paragraph. Thanks.
New York City has not been as rainy or hot as she is known to get around this time of the year. Last night she was more in her element. I took a sip of water from the thick humidity guarding the intervals of breeze by sticking my tongue out in the air. Twice. It’s not the same as feeling snow on your tongue.
The other day, rushing down the steps of the subway station to catch the train, I nearly ran over this young ... read more »
Tagged harlem, life, nyc
June 13th.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the first paragraph. Thanks.
This morning–not as early as I usually embrace a Sunday morning in NYC–the City is about as still as jell-lo. Easy but not necessarily steady.
A couple of blocks down the street there is a group of men who sit and play chess. Some are there every morning and the others are around only on the weekends. There is this one older guy with thick eyebrows and dark brown skin which glows who always says, “Life is a checkmate.” He doesn’t say it to me ... read more »
Tagged harlem, life, nyc
