Charles DeVeaux

Social Theorist | Cultural Creative

Writing, producing, and facilitating works & conversations about love, modernity, and humanity.

I heard my heart sing and it was like this

Something strong and feminine... Like subway commuters, waiting, looking longingly down rails receding into the dark that still promises a swiftly approaching glowing light, like songs through the fire, like old women waiting on Jesus, humming spirituals enraptured in the strength of the moment that the longing provides, like ride or die, like I'll be waiting when ur heart decides to stay, I'll be waiting when ur love comes my way. In the right season, that's not a foolish love. Strong love. For the right reason.