My Father’s Ashes (Fiction)

“All hope abandon, ye who enter here.” –Dante (Inferno) My father was a gentle, kind man and yet like the great tragic play, Othello, my father like Othello had this great and passionate love for mother. My father like Othello could do the unimaginable, even kill for. My father’s story is a fascinating story that…

HE WANTED ME TO MEET HIS WIFE!

“The die is cast.” (Exclamation of Julius Caesar as he crossed the Rubicon.) –Gaius Suetonious (Roman historian) FICTION. When Susan picked me up from Hearts Field Jackson International Airport, my eyes filled with tears and I tried not to blink. After a few moments of silence my wife Susan asked me what was the matter;…

SLEEP *

“O sleep, most gentle of divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied and then makes them strong again.” –Ovid (Roman Poet) SLEEP: Sleep is as crucial to our survival as food, water and the very air we breathe. After one night without sleep we become unhinged. After…

Richard Wright’s Protest Novel: NATIVE SON

“Man is constantly outside of himself; it is by projecting himself and losing himself that makes man exist and on the other hand, it is by pursuing transcendent goals that he can exist.” –Jean-Paul Sartre Richard Wright, born poor, black is a self-educated man who struggled tirelessly and intensely to rise up out of poverty…

WILLIAM FAULKNER: The racist novelist of Mississippi

“Television is for niggers.” –William Faulkner ATTENTION!!! **************************************************************** I do not read comments regarding this essay due to the number of threats by racist who do not want to believe Faulkner was a racist too. Further I write to inform my community about the true American history, not some fiction that pleases white supremacy. ****************************************************************…

TWO BROTHERS TOO LOVE

“The hope of a secure and livable world lies with disciplined nonconformists who are dedicated to justice and peace.” –Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. *FICTION It was a balmy, quiet evening; it was the first Saturday in the month of July and me and Doretha was sitting on the porch watching the fireworks light up…