You never met your father’s grandfather but you know him through evening tales you know him in songs of him you know that he is the first generation of pride   When your father tells your history he tells you to hit your chest and…

The city stays beaming and breathing while others sleep it lights up on weekends the bubble spreads like a wildfire   alcohol exhumes wild personalities tucked in all week loud pass hands bodies seek warmth in others the city is alive in a high mood…

One of the things I can truly say brings me earned regret is my lack of musical ability A great-aunt who taught piano offered me free lessons I passed, parents didn’t push An old soul, junior high me discovered Big Band music bought Glenn Miller…