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Happy Birthday Brooklyn Bridge 52410

admin — Mon, 24 May 2010 20:00:29 +0000

from way above the// water the voice of movement// speaks in foreign tongues

30th anniversary of Pacman 52110

admin — Fri, 21 May 2010 15:33:14 +0000

how far can one be //chased away to simply live //in this world and eat?

HAITIAN FLAG DAY HAIKU 51810

admin — Tue, 18 May 2010 14:45:26 +0000

L’union fait la force// is more than a simple phrase.// It’s a way of life

Welcome Back

admin — Tue, 04 May 2010 15:31:39 +0000

Siblings usually love each other. Earvin and Gerri once did. It had been over ten years since they were last cordial. It was either 1988 or 1989. This particular reunion between the 2 took place because of Pops. He’s been ill. The Lakers made him feel better. Watching them with the kids was an even finer remedy. Earvin flew in from Orlando, Florida. Tonight the Trailblazers were favored to win it all. Gerri finally walked through the door. It was already halftime. Traffic on Crenshaw was killer. Earvin hated when she was late. They were trailing. There was little camaraderie but the intensity was great. Connection between the 2 was not strong. They listened to Pops speak but didn’t look for one another. Pops hated seeing them like this. Game on. There were glimpses but no breakthroughs. The early part of the night went as planned. The younger Gerri continued to charm her father. Earvin tried to dominate the conversation. It started getting late. Time began to run out on their time together. Oddly enough they seemed to get closer as the Western night progressed. The walls of tension began to crack. Pops knew something was coming.
A collective explosion touched the living room. A round of smiles emerged as Kobe through a perfect alley-oop to Shaq. He slammed the ball through. They all hugged. The last time his kids showed this type of togetherness was about 1988 or 1989. Out of the blue an announcement was made. Gerri revealed that she was pregnant. Earvin was beaming. He embraced her. Gerri smiled. It would be Pops’ first grandkid. It was unexpected. The future was bright. His family was back.

Through Angelique’s Eyes

admin — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 19:48:32 +0000

Through Angelique’s Eyes from mrjeffdess on Vimeo.

Kembe LA at NYU 4.26.10

admin — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 19:44:50 +0000

“Kembe La” from mrjeffdess on Vimeo.

Smith. Smith Again.

admin — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 16:03:25 +0000

His father always told him not to get emotional about sports. His father would also say that the players didn’t care about the fans. Especially the ones who sat in front of barely working television sets with their legs crossed wearing a second hand pair of Patrick Ewing brand sneakers. Some people hated the Knicks. He never had a negative word to say about his beloved team. There were those 2 moments earlier this year in which Rolando Blackmon was cursed at through the TV screen. Those don’t count. The promised land always seemed close. This was a school night but the feeling of hope was no different. His father never allowed televisions on Wednesdays. Weeknights were for homework not basketball. An exception was made because his father enjoyed the demure of a clean cut B.J. Armstrong. The series was tied at 2 games a piece. Emotions were beyond control and running on ultra high. His father said that he should believe in the beauty of the world and not a sports team. The Knicks provided grief but also served as creators of unadulterated excitement. If only the basketball gods had provided a warning. His hero Patrick Ewing made a move then a pass. His father stood silent as Charles Smith received the ball and went up for the layup. Smith! Smith. Smith stopped! Smith stopped again. A pain tingled at the heels of his feet. It gushed through his body. It chilled then flowed ferociously within the pit of his stomach. The fellows wearing red jerseys had done it. Charles Smith blew it. He did not understand what happened. Why couldn’t someone have alerted him to have lower expectations for this team? The smell of summer rain crept into the 1 bedroom apartment. The Bulls have defeated the Knicks and he once again was forced to hide the tears from his father. He wondered about recovery time and about the people who saw this in person. If Charles Oakley had been around maybe circumstances would have been sweeter. Anthony Mason was open. Soon it would be time to wake up for school.

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Earth Day Haiku 42210

admin — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 16:21:29 +0000

There’s only one earth. // If it goes away we can’t // recycle our dreams.

catch a cold haiku 42110

admin — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 19:30:39 +0000

Don’t believe the hype. // See the sun but beware. The // wind creeps with stealth force.

RIP HAIKU 42010

admin — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 17:50:39 +0000

Civil Rights to Hip // Hop we’ve lost a queen and a // Guru. Rest in peace.