I live in column time. My clocks tic snatches of conversations and tocks moments when humanity notices itself. Suddenly war, AIDS, famine and empires make sense. This is dedicated to all those time  

The stale-ass economic boycott of Cincinnati ain't never been about race. Two years on and we're poised at the threshold of a class war. The boycott's acid-refluxed up our classism. Some blacks don  

Bring me men/bring me men/men with empires in their purpose. -- "Empires," Lamya 1. Twenty-five day war Palm Sunday Jesus walked palms Baghdad goes to town 2. Nauseated now unemployed unde  

"I gave my promise to the world/ and the world followed me here." -- "Testimonial," Rita Dove This is the antidote to war. Burgeoning into poetic brilliance, Rita Dove thought all writers were  

Riding shotgun in 24 feet of honkin' flatbed truck with musicians Jake Speed & the Freddies jostling in the back, on its surface the 2003 Opening Day Parade looked like its usual annual self. By 11  

I left during intermission. I got half a play buzzing through my brain. Growing up I couldn't understand why my mother, born in 1934, never got excited about TV movies and documentaries that retr  

It was only last Friday night that Joe and Carla Tucker were talking about how sweet 22-year-old Gillespie McPherson was. Less than 24 hours later, McPherson bled to death in the brightest sunlight   

Slightly tardy, baseball legend Dave Parker and basketball great Oscar Robertson ambled in and took their places during the pre-gala class photo. Marjorie B. Parham, publisher emeritus of The Cinci  

"This dance ain't for everybody; only the sexy people." -- "Push It," Salt 'N Peppa Hasn't it been too long? How long has it been since April 7, 2001? How long since we were at war? Are we at   

Monica Williams is a divorced, college-educated mother of five trained as a paralegal. Her skin is blacker than a thousand midnights. Against its blackdrop her teeth are smiled surprises. She's go