The Highway, 1978
One of My Earliest Memories
Essays, fiction, and reflections on memory, culture, and life.
One of My Earliest Memories
I display my contempt for the Force openly; for life is strife and to survive it too long is the true "hell." C.R.G - 1966
Walking shiftlessly and aimlessly through the dark and rat infested alleys with my head high in the clouds, thinking that everyone should feel the same as me. Not seeing the black faces watching me, trying to forget where I had been and at the same time remembering that what I
Came to in a do crossed and recrossed primary paths John Farren was the block, but DuSable wasn’t my destiny. Corpus Christi around the corner, death and destruction the Christian way. Regal was a theater. 47th and Southpark, familiar smells of popcorn, hotdogs, and lots of sweaty bodies on
Alicia walked to the back of the room, rose about four feet from the floor, and made herself comfortable. No one else around seemed to mind or notice that the girl was not standing on the floor or sitting in a very high chair. Popular contention was that Alicia was
A Galactic Walk