Category: Personal

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It’s 2004 and we’re back home

So far so good… Tomorrow afternoon, I’m hosting the second half of the Rev. Pietri fundraiser at the Bowery Poetry Club. Lot of great poets coming out including Amiri & Amina Baraka, Quincy Troupe, Emily XYZ, Bob Holman, Willie Perdomo, Cheryl Boyce Taylor, Danny Shot and many others. Come on out and support a good

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Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)

An hour south of Tashluta, the Hazur river had begun to narrow somewhat to no more than 30 yards at its widest point. Indo Skulldark sat at the rear of the small fishing boat warily eyeing the ragged banks that rose steeply on either side making them easy prey for bandit archers or griffons looking

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Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)

Belgeon Urthadar absently rubbed at the scar on his forearm as Shann Tharden outlined the impending mission to the Village Stethlan, an outpost farming village on the Hazur River, near the northern edge of the Hazur Mountains that lay southwest of Tashluta. The village’s prosperous brewery, famous throughout the region for its potent Stethlan Stout,

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Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)

The smell of charred wood and flesh had reached his nostrils a full mile before he’d reached its source – each step closer making it impossible to not assume the worst. Corin knew the tangled, unmarked paths of the Black Jungles like he knew his own name – intimately and without effort, moving swiftly towards

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Chapter One: Brief Introductions

Tashluta, Ches 1st (The Claw of the Sunsets), 1372 DR (The Year of Wild Magic) Turtle Harbor lazily slapped against the Tashlutan docks, raising a welcome mist that splashed across Shann Tharden’s tan, unlined face. Standing in front of a small warehouse building at the end of the docks, she turned east to look towards

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Verizon, Alvin Ailey and D&D

I think Verizon’s out to get me! Ever since we’ve switched to cable internet and forsaken the land line, I’ve been encouraging others to do the same. Now, on the weekend I get my super-duper Napster MP3 player, our cable is suddenly and mysteriously screwed up and I haven’t had internet access since sometime on

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2003 In Review

This will have to last through Monday… 1. What did you do in 2003 that you’d never done before? Contributed $$$ to a political campaign. 2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Don’t generally make specific resolutions other than to be true to myself. I am

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Rev. Pedro Pietri is seriously ill

One of the cornerstones of the original Nuyorican movement is in need of help. Please pass this on. ******************************************* “Woke up this morning / feeling excellent! / Picked up the telephone / dialed the number / Of my equal opportunity / employer to inform him / I will not be in / to work today!

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[A PS: to the whole Hussein thing, from a comment I posted elsewhere, re: admitting his capture (and overall downfall) was a good thing.] Saddam=bad. No question. I doubt there are many that would argue that point. I don’t believe in the ends justifying the means, though, especially when those means equal 456 dead Americans

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

So they captured Hussein. Congratulations to the soldiers for a job well done but, in the big picture, all I can say is big whoop. The reality is that his capture will have little effect on the ongoing guerilla war in Iraq that has seen 317 American soldiers die since Bush declared an end to

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