What Is “Funny” — A Referendum on Today’s Comedy What exactly is “funny”? I sat up last night contemplating the question as I battled spotty phone service in Tulum while trying to refresh all my social media feeds with my right hand, and swat mosquitos with my left. The video…

arrow The moments I feel unsure of what comes next are the moments I'm most conscious of my flesh; crooked feet,   creaking knees,  bags below eyes. existing.  Yearning for God to pull me back; the tension of Purpose turns the broken branch into an arrow. We all yearn  to be hurled  into usefulness - to fly,  and touch hearts.  -kco

1. Life reminds me of drunken nights, dancing. You never really remember how offbeat you might have been - only the songs, who you were with, how loud you sang. 2. Yesterday, I saw a picture of you and her, holding each other, smiles, light and toothy, too wide to have known responsibility, judgment, or life itself. It…

When I was 9, I watched Superman shoot across powder blue skies, Spiderman swing through urban sprawl choosing - to use powers that made them unique to save people who could never thank them enough, choosing - to sacrifice normal life; Superheroes. I wanted to be them. Today, America murders then martyrs. Victims become…

If you want to change the world and it feels overwhelming, try to change yourself. I promise the world will never be the same. -kco.

“It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot” - it was the title of the album that I hid from my parents and wore out all through ’98 and ’99. When I look back at it now, it was full of things my younger self didn’t understand fully, but my adult self…

Dear You, I never really cared about you when I was younger. I mean, I noticed you; you were always hanging around the White kids — the ones with the latest video game consoles, the new Jordan’s, and that took fancy family trips to Disney Land in the summers. They…

I think we’ve all become numb to it. Local news anchors and reporters droning on dramatically about the latest robbery, stand off, or car crash at 10pm. The grim tone of their voices syncing with flashes of wreckage, the red and blue strobe of police lights, and tearful families serve…

“What does change for Black people really look like?” Someone at my table of friends asked the question over the muted tones of Frankie Beverly’s crooning, and it hung in the air for a few seconds. We were sitting at one of the round tables at Upper Kirby Bistro, socially…