i am accused of tending to the past as if i made it, as if i sculpted it with my own hands. i did not. this past was waiting for me when i came, a monstrous unnamed baby, and i with my mother’s itch took it to breast and named it History. she is more [...]
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23 Apr
Only A Geek Could Have Written “Their Eyes Were Watching God”
“Words walking without masters; walking altogether like harmony in a song.” – Zora Neale Hurston * Think on Zora’s expertise about the mating habits of bees, And how forcefully a hurricane could uproot the Florida trees. We expect our writers to be ethereal and carefree, Not matriculate with degrees in Anthropology. She never quite fit [...]
12 Apr
Pencilfrying with Nikky Finney
The Blackened Alphabet While others sleep My black skillet sizzles Alphabets dance and I hit the return key On my tired But ever jumping eyes I want more I hold out for some more While others just now turn over shut down alarms I am on I am on I am pencilfrying sweet Black [...]
26 Mar
“Changing Seasons”
Now the steely gaze of a Female Cop, (too tough to love) will begin to soften and linger a moment longer on the District Attorney’s back. A newborn baby is about to be stolen, but Mr. T is coming by, and the gang has just touched down in sunny Acapulco. Now come the time slots [...]
