(August, 2015) Took a return-trip to the Southern Tier of New York where I lived for over twenty-years. In the city of Binghamton, I began writing a series of pieces, inspired by local events and the literary mentoring of Carole Boyce Davies, Isidore Okpewho and Ruth Stone.
(August, 2015) While visiting Brooklyn, I took the opportunity to check out the Coney Island Art Walls — an outdoor museum of street art. What they have going over there is a really interesting setup. There are some sweet pieces up on the nearly three dozen hand-ball court sized walls within the enclosed area offering artisanal food vendors. Later, I went for a stroll along the boardwalk and just lost myself inside the salty air.
(July 2015) Pieces of wholes, locked in spatial movement, quickly performing unrehearsed roles in an abandoning drama.
Spring arrived with some skepticism and intent. The buds fresh and new were scattered about bringing with them a sense of rebirth for some. In contrast, their presence made more lurid the trunks of fallen trees that will never witness the birth of another cycle again.