white lines down this road

(photo by kwesi abbensetts) we spoke in white noise nasally lifting white lines off upper decks it was like we worked for the city our whole life she stared into glassy glossed over corneas and caked up sleep in corners we slept on money tucked away between comforts and a life we’d never get back…

so we end it here

the most powerful thing i heard all week was this: the black girl with natural hair and a canvas skyped me to tell me about the couple she met who made a decision to never have children. it’s not that children wasn’t in their plan, but they fell in love by mistake knowing bearing children…

Young and Reckless: Birth of the Goodfellas

We were young and reckless. Nothing else can be said, and no apologies will be given for our behavior because it seemed fitting for the time. Who wasn’t against us? It was a time of self-profession and territory claiming. We had gone beyond the ideals of fraternity and become what we would often jokingly call…

Dear Me:

Dear 10-year-old Darnell Lamont Walker, Remember that girl you fell in love with that first day of 5th grade? She’s long gone, loving others, tending to girls that aren’t babies anymore, and feeding addictions. You were so shy around her, yet you called her “goddess” when others asked. You should have stayed that way for…

“never forget” is unnecessary

I wasn’t a new Yorker then I was a Floridian lost among ballot papers and black folks who would have given up on voting had the seven years that followed not been post racial I was watching bush read to a classroom of his peers and conspiracy theories forming in the heads of mine fuck…