So I wrote this poem last fall called Tree Hugger. It’s about Oakland, violence, fatherhood, what it means to be man…and the first time my hippie-ass 10th grade science teacher asked me to hug a tree. Now that piece is gonna be on a mixtape over a Lil Wayne beat.
I had to go Lenny Bruce on this one. The good folks at Reboot and Smith Magazine called me up and said, “Hey Josh, we’re doing a show of Jewish stories. Six word Jewish stories. You got anything?” Well, there’s only one answer to that question. Here’s the video proof….
A couple years ago, I got booked to perform at the Black History Month celebration at the Museum of the African Diaspora in San Francisco. I was excited, no doubt…but also a little confused.
Holiday Present My mom told me she’s a lesbian and it rained for a week, not because she told me she’s a lesbian but because sometimes it just rains like that in December, when families get together around nine shining candles or one electrified tree or whatever they light
Do you think the world is going to end in 2012? I look over at the young Italian woman who asked the question, thinking she’s joking. But by the look in her eyes, I know she’s dead serious. And I can’t say I blame her, given our surroundings.