“How do you tell someone that is out of your league, that you’re working to be in their league, and that they should be with you?”

“Oooh, you like her — I knew it.”

“Come on, Cap, I’m serious. You don’t even know who it is.”

“Oh, yes, I…

“Psychologie (une)”

Brick Steele whistled while standing next to the train, wiping sweat from his brow. The ‘crisp’ part of autumn weather hadn’t quite bitten down, yet; but this was perfect cigar weather he thought, smiling at passengers boarding. He’d be off in about five hours; and had a roast…

“Prose-chella Thoughts (Death To The System)”

Shay-Shay…rechercher pour le degré MFA — all in an effort to take filtered pics in a sundress, complete with D’Ussé and lemonade; cheating by looking at the big screen because she doesn’t know the words to Beyoncé. …

“Just a Good Ol’ Boy, Never Meanin’ no Harm”

My, my, my — no, my old heads, not the Johnny Gill song. Today, let’s discuss the NFL — the authority, the pinnacle, the essence of the sport of football — something I, like so many others, have loved my whole…

“They’ve Got to Have It/Pipe Down”

“But he can’t even be consistent.”

“Don’t trip, babe – here we are now – together,” she lay on Jiffy’s chest and traced a nipple with a finger, at first, and then her mouth.

“That’s why I don’t care about taking the kids to…

“Sports, The Big Morality Lie, and the End of Games”

We’ve loved sports for as long as we can remember. I was always the one that could do it, so I’ve never known every nerdy tidbit; or remember where I was for the late game of the 1993 NFC Divisional…

“The Black Art Acceptance Conundrum”

*Above, a picture of western New York’s finest (the almighty Griselda: Westide Gunn, Benny The Butcher, and Conway The Machine)

One of my favorite reads, which may be a bit dense for some readers, is called “Erasure,” by Percival Everett. The story, while delving into…

“Since Third Grade/That Girl”

“Since 3rd Grade” (flash) freestyle

She was Denise back when we had this awkward stage right before Karl Kani and HBCU gear arrived. The brightest brown eyes, dime sized, deep dimples, and I just used to want to sit in her presence for a while.


“Only Built for Foolish Hijinks (Brunch Fin)”

“You have got to get out of here, Sabrina – fuck!”

“Lamar,” she looks at me, as if puppy eyes and a nice set of breasts was enough at the moment. I gagged.

“You fucking stink, yo.”

“It’s not my fault,” she squealed…

“BMX Bikes, Beach Cruisers, and No Phones (’96)”

Imagine Aqemini sonic booming, and pimping butterflies to music to be murdered by. Sharpening knives, eyes prized on defending lives that don’t love unrequited. Rapping about real shit that the masses will miss; while tricking on command and giving city girls the…

Lawrence Peoples

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