Month: April 2025
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Constructs built in talking basins
The train to enlightenment is frail and limping, not unlike a scorched teapot along the manner of yesterday’s tribe; stealing, venting, backhanding, holding sacred ruins hostage just to assure a...
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Art in the temper of time
art is the ability to focus over many strings through many scenes art does not belong to history to tomorrow’s porch deck it is humble, existing today all art exists...
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She doesn’t go to the obelisk
Perhaps happenstance patterns to the last general will denote Her way we might not find Her among the salutary limbs of strewn southern gates like a paddle that rows in...
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A chronology of mercurial tides
Emotive chromophores like dancing wicks among the forging ore and creative embers, too short a distance to broom or play upon, like riddling sandpipers colliding in the state ruins. “It’s...
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For the portions of Megaera
Tolled and spoke like juvenile disease spreading orchids and malcontent sophists draping the sol quent reasons for the sun spirit like a doggerel saints spending patience towards the encampment sent...
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Naima Bock and the Retribution of Distinction
In a lonely place Naima arrived, to shatter dimensions time dismissed for your wanderings the singles enhanced you the live stage proved you your second attempt diminished you trying to...
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Grace Slick’s Hall-Stolen Roses
Able to perform disjointed under comparable illness singing for great vision like a red curtain for peaceable entry downtown was the vestige of a society that never arrived
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Nina Simone (speaking to me and you)
A troubled mother One who suffered for her art One who finds collective forgiveness for calling out collective justice Langston Hughes combing his passages in Harlem New to the rush...
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Nothing in common (with Julia Jacklin)
Julia Jacklin is lighting the hallway “too much symmetry” she says like a passage under the rocks “we’ve been here before,” but not standing rams time counterculture to specific filing...
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Remember
Remember you let it happen when they break though my door Remember you let it happen when they drag me out by my hair across the wet grass and concrete...