Commentary

Commentary

03/29/2015 - 12:00am
Ten toes and fingers, perfect, thin… precious face—cheeks, brow and chin, Shuttered eyes that shed no tears, petite, pink flower-petaled ears Disturbed by no discordant sound, lips on which no kiss is found, Ungrasping hands that... >>more
03/23/2015 - 12:00am
As conscious thought diminishes      and responds like fattened salmon To the lure of some enticing stream,      we instinctively pursue   The mysterious headwaters      back, on and... >>more
03/21/2015 - 12:00am
When you look back, it's with aplomb      at every life's fantasia, All scripted to the same outcome,      though eachunique in trivia. You thought your choices absolute,      to... >>more
03/19/2015 - 10:29am
Words have left the hinted scent of me      on otherwise undisturbed pages, There to be sniffed out by strangers      or someone who thinks they knew me. They're flat black on a sea of white,   ... >>more
03/04/2015 - 1:23pm
If one wants to enter the mouth of the city, simply visit 500 Indiana Avenue, NW.  This is the destination you head to after you receive that nice little official jury summons in the mailbox surrounded by coupons for discount pizza. Is this a... >>more
02/05/2015 - 10:42am
I am sitting at a table next to a woman I’ve loved my entire life. She is a few years older than I am. I am showing her how to write her name again. She has trouble remembering – it’s the first stages. I print her name in a... >>more
02/05/2015 - 10:11am
Going to a protest march may momentarily bring attention to the cause, but what happens after we go home? If we have not cultivated grassroots leadership, if we have not organized around issues that are winnable, then whatever reforms we seek will... >>more
01/29/2015 - 2:00pm
A man walks into a bank and asks a teller to make a $20,000 cash withdrawal. This, Dear Readers, sounds like the commencement of a long-winded saga that one might overhear late one evening while deep in one’s cups at the bar of the Tune Inn.... >>more
01/12/2015 - 2:14pm
2015 is upon us. The characters of a new crop of sainted Wilson Building occupants remain to be appraised. No doubt, your poor columnist will spend a good deal of the next four years hard at work pillorying their foibles while sharpening petards to... >>more
01/04/2015 - 10:11am
Next to my desk in my home office I keep a postcard of Martin Luther King , Jr. My friend Barbara Berman mailed it to me from London back in 1998. Barbara and I once operated Anemone Press and published writers like Thulani Davis and Lee Howard. I... >>more
12/09/2014 - 5:12pm
It has been many months, Dear Readers, since The Nose's fingers last graced his computer keyboard to compose a paean to the residents of the Wilson Building. Please forgive this poor scribbler; the lethargic mayoral race of the somnolent lulled... >>more
12/05/2014 - 1:49pm
"I can't breathe" he said. But there was no air. Only the absence of trees and rope. The swaying of history over another black body. >>more
12/01/2014 - 10:52am
It's simply amazing how the language thing is never examined these days. How should one interpret the "Burn This Bitch Down" comment coming out of Ferguson? Are we suddenly all in an elevator with Ray Rice? It's impossible to... >>more
11/24/2014 - 7:39am
Maybe Marion was our Mugabe. As my friend Jonetta Rose Barras recently wrote, “If he was an addict, as he admitted, he was also addictive.” Maybe only Shakespeare could explain a person like Marion S. Barry, Jr. Was Barry a tragic figure... >>more
11/03/2014 - 9:12am
During the last days of baseball one could find me yelling at the television. I wanted to reach into the screen and take the ball away from Soriano and Storen. Those guys were closers. What were they doing blowing a lead? The closer is the one who... >>more