perfect breath. body
on its knees. I strut
A Nation
Weaves assembles my
green light
Lady of desire,
i am all legs.
in the sun.
Sunday you are
tresses falling pink
highlights
like a tease.
escape,
she cries.
Never
perfect breath. body
on its knees. I strut
A Nation
Weaves assembles my
green light
Lady of desire,
i am all legs.
in the sun.
Sunday you are
tresses falling pink
highlights
like a tease.
escape,
she cries.
Never
citizenship by javier zamora
i am from a apple
from pizza and hot dogs
i am from bricks and brownstones
i am from the lilac bushes
the pretty tall trees
the leaves on the ground
i am from family dinners on Sundays and laughs and great times
from Marshall singleton and Linda Shobey
from Richard Dowe
i am from Christianity beliefs and southern hospitality
from always wanting to be the best and look the best
i am from the Baptist churches
im from brooklyn new york with south carolina roots
from black eye peas and collard greens
from near to death experience
the tramua and heartbreak of almost losing my father in a car accident
to the turn around of him being well and alive til this day
to my growth to strive to be a better person everyday
from never taking life for granted
losing my grandfather back in 2017
i am from summerton sc my deep route
A Little Closer to the Edge by Ocean Vuong
gazed flower blooming
eye.. llorona.
follow her-astonished,
grief’s petals
now love?
angel touched her ,
knew name.
eyes and lips touched honey
never be the same.
Eve took apple in mouth,
fist presses against the red-gold
Black,
unsolvable mysterium— close my eyes
chasing
circle
high
gods put hands
me, break my heart
loosen a beast from some darklong depth—
the beautiful
shining devour-horse
my work labor
make emerald
l green
violet
love river,
sweet water.
come good
I said it buying a gun for my kind To be safe, Our song plays Girl Don’t you know you’re a Negro? What in the hell? A confession I do not know precisely I approximate myself as something to celebrate. I Dress-up to get blessed. hiding, shoulder to door jamb and maybe a rifle. scared shitless to leave that way. The glass is empty now. desperate Isn't repentance itself in the palms. never ever stop thinking how it ends. when the other you eats you Sometimes white lovers, I ask permission to show my dark. devils underground
HOW I LEARN TO WALK. By Javier Zamora