Inviolate Distinctiveness

I used to think nothing of writing but that it was enabled by tools; tools that time would nullify the writer’s monopoly of. I was degraded by the sensation that technology would make writers of us all.

The Substance Of Despair

There are moments in time I’d like to return to, just as one who finds an activity he likes would make a hobby of it. But, this feeling has as its only possible end the evocation of yet another of life’s abiding sorrows-

May I Explain Myself?

So, today I've conceived of a new way to use the blog. I no longer will use it primarily as a means of promoting pieces, but as a means of comprehensively exposing what I hope will ultimately be my audience and the readers of the book(s) to the author himself and the processes by which I generate my work.

Lumbering Back From A Slumbering

Here we go! Tell someone about it- I'm returning to blogging effective immediately!

Cheers!
Booker

And Another One From "Ignorant Ass Men And Liars"

“Man, you better ask these hoes about me. I run up in so many bitches, you’d swear I was a gynecologist.” Rich moved in closer to me, a tactic I’d seen used a million times by people who were trying to build my confidence in them in order for them to sell me things. Rich was the type of guy that, if you had a story, he had a slightly better one of the same variety. If you had a six-figure income, he had a seven figure one. If you had a 2,500 square foot home, his happened to be 5,000 square feet.

This Week...

Hey everybody, I'm having difficulties posting in Brazil, so this week's blog posting will be postponed. Happy Valentine's Day and stay tuned!

Tchau,
Booker

From "Ignorant Ass Men and Liars"

Sometimes being a Black man and knowing so many other Black men intimately well, I felt greatly disadvantaged when it came to being optimistic about our collective future as a race. It seemed possible that the social realities of the Black community and Black family that desperately needed to change might not change anytime soon considering the attitudes and ideology some Black men I knew had. Far too many men thought like boys.