The Darker Shade of #BlackLivesMatter
My name is Joseph Brandon Johnson and I was abused. It’s funny writing these words…actually putting them down for me to read and reflect. My hands and fingers barely feel as if they’re my own as I...
View ArticleSafe Dreaming #BlackLivesMatter
I read science fiction and fantasy as a child. Bradbury, Asimov, and Tolkien provided the avenues for the escape that I desperately needed. I would often lie in the field next to my home and look...
View ArticleDark Skies #BlackLivesMatter
“What does this look like?” My fifth grade Catholic school peers stared at the guest presenter silently. In his hand he held a green tube. Plastic…elongated. It was only a few inches long. Maybe-“A...
View ArticleA Black Life Darkly...
Once again we stand over a crime scene that is distinctly American yet disturbingly foreign. The buzzwords have already been dropped between us as we recoil in disgust. Psychopath,...
View ArticleA Change In Management #BlackLivesMatter
It’s a curious phenomenon we’ve allowed in the Black community (or overlook more often than naught in lieu of participation.) I agree that the following dynamic is applicable to any household where...
View ArticleOn Life, Death, And The Moral Obligation To Explode
Good morning America. Welcome to 2016. Today officially concludes the holiday season. Across this country revelers are preparing their internal clocks for the systemic internal clock reboot required...
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