A mile of speckled business establishments, not as profitable as they could be, guarded by a community of neighborhoods, some of which often make headline news, colored with culture and flashes of faces in passing from surrounding counties and the capital.
They look like they’re up to something...
Their day begins just as ours. They awake by sunrise, clean their home, run their errands; some head to work and others head to the traffic medians, only a few yards away, to hold up signs for income.
Nestled in the roundabout woods that divide downtown Frederick from Route 85, a matted trail of grass…
What a dangerous thing it is to be a functioning addict. I was strung out on cocaine at the age of 17. I am a third generation addict.
A. Marie Events brought to you Made Moments Festival at the Baker Park band shell featuring a robust local hip-hop scene.
I’ll never forget that first night. It was probably three or four in the morning.
Chris Cubs, The Trinidadian-American, artist-meets-businessman, side walk poet. We ask if he lives a normal life outside of traveling with a typewriter from city to city. His response: “Oh no, no. I get paid to do poetry.”
The first poem he ever wrote was Do You Like Poetry? He started writing in 8th grade but donned the alias two…
For the 20somethings who think this can’t be life.
My story is one of elusion. But I never forget my experiences; I choose not to awaken them. My behavior may be a direct result of such escapism. But tales always tell the people who are hurting the most often are the people concealing the pain. Here is mine.
I came to America when my…