I’ll be joining my drumming teacher Mama Fasi for “Her truth. Her journey. Her redemption.” Come experience The Redemption of a Broken Woman, a benefit at Santanna’s Art Gallery. Friday, July 14 @ 7:30pm. 6403 Saint Clair Avenue, Cleveland, OH.
I’m happy to be returning to St. Mark’s Church for their Pride Service. Sunday, June 25 at 11am. 131 E 10th St, New York, NY 10003.
I’m looking forward to joining my brother’s non-profit arts organization Mssng Lnks for their end of school year concert.
June 13 @ 6pm
Margarita Muniz Academy
20 Child Street
Jamaica Plain, MA
Join us for a pop up event to experience and test the future Glenville Arts Campus along Cleveland’s E. 105th Street. Part of the Cleveland Foundation’s Creative Fusion: Cuba Edition, the event celebrates connections made between Cleveland (CLE) and Havana (HAV) through the arts. The evening will kick-off with a talk by Cuban architects Ernesto Jiménez and Sofía Márquez Aguiar at 6pm, followed by live music and dancing.
The historic Medical Associates Building and Winnie’s Nursery will be transformed for an evening filled with exhibits, food, and music. The community-based project builds on the Glenville neighborhood’s rich culture and tests future possibilities for the site. The short-term experiments will continue throughout the summer, revealing insights to guide long-term investments.
Friday, May 5 at 6 PM – 9 PM
1470 E 105th St, Cleveland, OH 44106
The event is free and open to the public. Parking is available at the on-site parking lot and along E. 105th street, but guests are encouraged to take transit or ride a bike!
He thought the American dream and his woman could build a fence around his soul, putting distance between him and his pain, life’s constant barrage of woes, and all his dreams that had fallen like garbage out of the sky… dreams that now lay broken and rotting at his feet.
But neither time nor his wife could work that magic. That alchemy was his and his alone. But society forgot to teach him that lesson… or maybe society never really read that book.
So the personal demons he never accepted or figured out he could learn to play with, sat in the dark growing long arms… arms long enough to travel through the space between this world and the next, legs tall enough to climb over that white picket fence he finally erected around his ever shrinking household, and hands so strong that they could chock the bitter darkness of life right out of him.
I don’t know if any of this is true of course… I’m just someone who writes his poetry on a kind of smart phone… but I have the inkling of a feeling that our protagonist only really started to breathe after he’d danced and tumbled with the grim reaper.
Breath is life. So hopefully, before the end of this film, with rays of sunlight sparkling like gold through the leaves of the trees, we can remember the feeling of freedom and the liberation of forgiveness, and where we stand, sit or lie, grasp with both hands, changing heart and mind, this chance to breathe…
Song of the Day