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Today, I took a picture of a dachshund

This little black-and-tan dachshund bitch is just over 10 years old. She loves soft things like new blankets and thick rugs; sunbathing; and playing with her squeaky rollie ball. Today, I caught her basking under the sun atop our new Virgil Abloh rug, set inside our son’s room. I bring this to you because this […]

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Today, I went to Tom’s One Hour Photo

I hadn’t a clue who Kacey Musgraves was — but without her unabashed sense of adventure and her huge celebrity-sized following, she wouldn’t have had the chance to spread the word about Tom’s One Hour Photo, which is: My kind of photo lab My kind of photographer My kind of photo I have fond memories […]

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Smoking Weed at 40: A Brown Man in America

I was just editing a post about smoking weed at 40, as I was smoking weed at 40, and it led me into a dark place (one of many) that I went through in life. Because as it happens, smoking weed at 40 can cause one to reflect: I once worked for a company where […]

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Locked In Westbrook: Writing and Basketball

Russell Westbrook was so locked in that he forgot the basics, traveling halfway down the court without once dribbling the ball. This is the type of day dreaminess that I try to achieve each time I’m behind the keyboard writing.

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Today, I read a poem…

It was by Helena Lipstadt entitled “A Quarrel with the Village of My Birth.” The word “village” lured me in. I fell in love with each “Even her” – especially in the following line: “Even her avenues are lined with pikes.” Then I read each “Of course” and was compelled to share. Read “A Quarrel […]

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A Conversation Under a Bridge

La Cienega Blvd. under the 10 freeway. “I thought it, poetic .” “Not really; more of a clichéd poetic.” “Doesn’t it say something to you?” “What does it say to you?” “I marvel at the fact that one word, as simple as one word, can move someone, like the same way a poem moves when […]

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What Happened to Western Avenue?

What happened to the good ol’ days? Well, they went away with the winter rains. The gutter took them from block to block and dumped down to the beach where the tourists play, down by the Santa Monica Pier. What happened to Western Avenue? They took away its soul and replaced it with a ghoul. But […]

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Words Written

Her voice was thunderous, all things went mute, headed for the backgrounds, power audibles coming through. “Natapos mo ba?” “Opo,” I said with my head down, looking at my dirty toenails. She held my hand and dragged me down the hallway. My slippers slip, slipping away. She led me to my table inside my bedroom […]

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Things I Believe In…

As of today, the following are the things that I believe in. This list may change tomorrow. Shit, this shit might change in an hour. All I know is that I believe in: Lonzo Ball — the pride of Chino Hills just dropped his first-ever triple double. The talking heads can keep talking. I believe […]

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Lessons in Writing, No. 24

When life gets difficult — and especially when it gets difficult — write. Write every day. No matter what. Get that flow. Easier said than done, I’m learning. I’m fixated. On the table, salt-and-pepper shakers served as towers of demarcation, posted in between his hugging hands and her reddening elbows, and I watched from the sidelines, […]