In between seconds, as the river rushed closer, illogically slow, the accountant counted. He counted his heartbeats, he counted the number of nights spent on the couch where he avoided the wife he no longer loved and, remembering his mother, he counted the hairs on her head after the chemo: one. He counted like … Continue reading I Say Falling
Author: aarongoggans
Where You’re Fighting To Get At It
Doc looked at the clock with the exhausted desperation of the under-employed. He had five hours left on his shift. Five hours working minimum wage in which he would make around $40. Had Fancy not walked into the store at that exact moment he would have thought "I'd pay my boss $40 to leave now." … Continue reading Where You’re Fighting To Get At It
The American Male
Before we begin I should identify myself. I am middle class American Male with an elite private education. I am an African American who was raised by two college educated and loving parents who are still married and were never abusive to me, my siblings or each other. I am a privileged American Male and … Continue reading The American Male
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I am who I am. the depths of my soul are indescribable, indestructible and ever changing. My dimensions extend definition So no language made by meager men could tell you who I am. I must be lived, loved, and experienced to be understood. So seek for me outside the cave; philosophizing on mountain top … Continue reading ?
One Man’s Terrorist
Revolution? Revolution just rolls of the tongue Fills the mouth with power Revolution Revolution is a black fist Launched into the air Green and Red and Black Bodies marching Guns, and machetes or bombs Violence Flags wavering at dusk Smoke rising symbolically And war Revolution just rolls of the tongue So easily said Revolutions are … Continue reading One Man’s Terrorist
My Pain is Lonely
My pain is lonely And I see her burning.
Blue Eyes
A picture is worth a thousand words So I’ll use a thousand words to paint you a picture 500 words to open your eyes 499 to keep them open And one to make you move And since the world as been polluted with words I’ll make these biodegradable Organic symbols seared into your mind And … Continue reading Blue Eyes
Unapologetically Black
I am Black And So I am political I am a man I am poet I am a son A student A Friend But am Black And so I am political You see, My isolation informs my identity politics I am a poet first And a negro last But when were studying Black history I’m … Continue reading Unapologetically Black
Bitter-Sweet Dreams of Harlem
I. Blue Eyed Sky I’ve felt my world die And I’ve seen the world resurrected Reborn and rehashed dumb, vibrant and laughing Unaware of its insecurity And insecure of its awareness I’ve felt angel-headed hipsters Breathe fire into my words And felt betrayed As their children stalked Harlem Howling through my Negro city … Continue reading Bitter-Sweet Dreams of Harlem
sorrow tinted Words
I see in blue words Soft, subtle connotations And deep green definitions Surfing through my mental images With high-definition Vernacular I revel In digital projections Of a fragile mind In red Helvetica And purple times Making the world My canvass of words I weave yellow dialect Into the darkness To brighten my world … Continue reading sorrow tinted Words
The Well Examined Life 