The Therapeutic Poet: It’s Time To “RAK It Up!” (Random Act of Kindness)

It’s time to “RAK it up!”

No, I’m not talking about readying the billiard balls for a game of eight ball. Yes, I am talking about adding to the brownie points needed to enter the pearly gates.

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The Therapeutic Poet: Where Harlem Starts

I was heading up from Times Square to Powell and 125th to check out the exhibit at the Studio Museum. I was on Broadway, at 44th Street, ducking and dodging the meandering tourists. As the multitudes of tourists look up and around (any which way but straight ahead,) Continue Reading →