Category Archives: INK

Ralph Ellison’s Song

slain by ink again & again made invisible unseen conjured on the 11 o’clock news new mau mau’s jeans low wild threats to civility written on like a wall like an epitaph suffering on the margin blues after notes air … Continue reading

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The Lower Bottom Playaz; Full Metal

Bullets are usually made of lead. If you cover a lead bullet with copper you get a Full Metal Jacket; an armor piercing projectile. It is our intention to wound you with art. You will leave feeling something. You  will be moved . … Continue reading

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Canon – (From the collection INK)

 in the bosom smelling like milk knowing this is as close to the honey as they gonna let you get it’s bitter to the taste inside the house walking on the bones somebody write this story tell what it cost … Continue reading

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Unwritten (From the collection INK)

unless you can write food on a plate words on paper have little to do with empty bellies bloated                                                    as if hunger were a being  growing in the vacuum drawing flies to eyes  puckering brows painting something that has … Continue reading

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Inked (From the collection INK)

he had a tattoo tear it didn’t mean now what it meant then it weighed less or more  it was a piece of fire now it burned beneath his eye announcing he had been Abel to be Cain the set … Continue reading

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INK

. it don’t signify

like blue black wrinkled old men

in stingy brims

teeth clenching 5 dollar cigars

breath smelling of gin and knowing

from a distance

whose eyes grin

as they eloquently explode

divine curses

like corks from aged wine

you gotta shake ya head

so it don’t hit ya Continue reading

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