On the fourth track of Solange Knowles’ new album When I Get Home, there are gunshots. You could almost miss it; the clocking of the gun, interspersed with its firing, is so effortlessly melded into the melody…
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D-Natural Blues
Then there are folks who form the great majority, those neither lucky nor unlucky. Variance plays a small role in their lives. They walk on gray feet over gray paths through gray zones, unmolested for the most part, achieving neither bracing highs nor crushing lows. Then there are those sorry bastards that Fate likes to set alight with gasoline or sodomize on a regular basis, for sport: the unlucky ones…
Flow with the Water
Flow with the water
Everyone’s stream is different
Rain clouds approach
cambridge, ma
somebody’s gone & torn all
the paper.
waved his wand
fingers about…
McNight
I choose to sit
in the arse indentation
near the deep fryer…
van Gogh and Romanticizing the Tortured Artist
Depression is not a pre-requisite for creativity. If anything, it stunts it.
airplane
where is it? the child
scrambles underneath
her skirt
& below the skin…
The Wheel
Andy looked at the wheel and felt nauseous. There was something evil about it, the way it loomed over everything, like a clown that had once towered over her when she was little. It looked rusty. Every so often a shriek pierced the air …
The Hunt
My skin talks a cold
June evening in a brown rocking chair, I
kept his hand off my bosom…
workshop in an abu dhabi library
where we hope to become better
where saturdays burn away
where we write poetry
where my wild boyfriend waits…
