Kobe & The Last Three Days

For the last three sunrises, there have been two jackhammers playing tic tac toe on my temples. I have started meaningless fights with my lover, and a hero died one morning before my first cup of coffee. Writing my memoir, I recall empty liquor bottles and sinks full of blood. I don't know what's happening,…

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Yes, I’m Still Coping With Grief

Come September my best friend, Joesph Gilliam, will have been restored in heaven for a year. It's crazy to think that I've somehow lived without my right-hand man for a full orbit around the sun. No day with grief has been the exact same, each morning brings new challenges and each night brings new pains. With…

Toni Morrison in the Past Tense

Toni Morrison in the past tense is earth-shattering. To say that Toni Morrison was an American Novelist is to admit that she is no longer with us. Also to say she was a novelist is to underplay the monumental impact that she's had on literature and culture altogether. A Pulitzer Prize winner for her book,…

The Death of My Best Friend, The Birth of My Angel

I first met Joseph Gilliam in the Fall of 2010 at Purdue University. We were both football players on full scholarship, living in the same dorms, eating at the same table, sweating, and bleeding for the same team. I have to admit though, at first Joseph and I did not get along. It wasn't anything…