Cell thinking About the blood spilled across bridges Bone marrow freedoms vote across state lines handcuffed freedom fighters standing up …
the Pheromone Room
There were many men with ponytails and Tank-tops at her funeral Some of them with Cocaine fingernails She lived in …
The Late Winter Cold
The lungs broil so I stop eating. Become less.
Every scent siphons through the filter of flow.
The body is a river upheaving itself, pulling
from its long-known bed and twisting into an
unknown course, with new lines and cracks
and valleys to learn.
REMEMBER! NO MORE CHILDREN IN CAGES | Day 231, Honduras
Project Amplify is a crowd-driven project to raise awareness of the conditions of child detention camps on the U.S. border through arts, music, & media. Their belief is the American public understands the scope & severity of the conditions we can create change.
Weekly Feature | Factory, a poem by Rachael Ikins
warehouse echoes. Conveyor belts, fans move waste out of the building. Auto-controlled doors and gates open and shut, move …
Art Education |”Something Good-Negro Kiss,” oldest film of Black love and affection (1898)
“Film archivists at USC found and restored what they now think is the oldest film ever of Black love and …
She Danced Alone Tonight
Savage is the dark dayCalm is the nightFirecrackers in the skyIt’s a wedding of the time. So Death looks bright …
Died Inside of a Liquor Store
Your husband just like your father Both with failed livers Died inside of the liquor store Staring into Jim Beam’s …
Homemade “Wonderland”
When I was really young my father was making a room in our garage to grow weed and told me to stay out, when I’d ask why he told me he was making me my very own “wonderland” and it was a surprise.
spare hearts
spare hearts on the dance-floor spare hearts on the train spare hearts in the sunshine spare hearts in the rain …
