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Bobby Hutton Park
Advertisements http://www.oaklandrising.org/sites/default/files/images/images.jpeg The Defermerys are alive, says the beige council woman. They may be living but Bobby Hutton is dead and we have renamed the park to keep him alive surely you understand life and death eternally binary we are … Continue reading
on freedom (7/4/16.sorrowland)
Advertisements you can’t be but so free in a sorrowland a place you were forced to used & discontinued discarded to find a way out of no way with obstacles piled higher than the mast of the good ship … Continue reading
times of fire
Advertisements it is a time of fire an age of rising like waves on a black sea we are the pouring over after being pressed down witness fire on the water we are the lesson of the lynching tree the … Continue reading
the way we walk
Advertisements the story is being written madness majick and infamy spilling off the page too heavy to carry we tip over under the weight that rides dead center inside keeping us off balance stumbling up hill sometimes you got to … Continue reading
skywriter
Advertisements sometimes you look at your feet you think where you done walked you remember the holes you fell in the times you were underwater before you learned to swim you forget you are walking that the dirt remembers you … Continue reading
she who holds up the sky
Advertisements holding up the sky is dangerous business but someone has to how will the sun set where will the moon rise if the sky falls she who holds the sky above her arms extended neck craned to make … Continue reading
horse day
Advertisements sun baked day like all days just a day until it is something more the horses came two lean large eyed looking hungry horses two prosperity after hunger after want after white light so bright blinded now we can … Continue reading
wind
Advertisements last night I intended to dream of the horse eaters standing stoically against the wind I dreamed instead the wind chafing my thoughts of going forward tenderly carrying calloused dreams of locomotion needing translation loosely layered over real … Continue reading
the morning
Advertisements we grew out of the soil from ancient coastal cities with music in their names we have forgotten the names of the cities the meaning of the rhythms we traversed the unknown unwillingly eaten by a thing we would … Continue reading
sirus blue cosmology
Advertisements there was a time we watched the skies from a different point in the universe we saw even the ones that were invisible then cotton came we crossed the graveyard to serve cotton sugar indigo spitting out the eaters … Continue reading
