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no thirst

under the water looking up from the house of Olukun I will never eat from an empty plate I hold the rope the path is cleared I am in the water the water is my mother holding me in the … Continue reading

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skywriter

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 you … Continue reading

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Child of the Horse Eaters

  I am a horse eater I am dungeon seed my pantheon divided 6/10’s  on the other side of the water 4 generations walk after crossing the graveyard in the ocean exiting doors of no return I have not returned … Continue reading

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the house hustle made

this is the house hustle made born blessings due 101 in the shade rough rider striding through life behind the veil imperial no fade  the light in the house  hustle made instructed by the bones bottom of the ocean on … Continue reading

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Old Men

blue black creased by living gin on their breath underneath the weight of the crush of being born invisible 5 dollar cigars and knowing in their mouths long eyes pained by memory grown in the shadows of years stacked atop … Continue reading

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2014 in review 3300 Readers, Read in 89 Countries!

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,300 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it … Continue reading

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The Death of Innocence

the innocence that wrote love poems and captured beauty like life could be kept fire-flied in a bottle fled slowly/ leaving pragmatism on the dresser in a shade of clouded jade there is little to say of love or beauty … Continue reading

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Human

this is my body as god made me in the image of man human hued like the dirt we all come from complete perfect divine skin bones dreams interrupted intercepted impeded pressed into the service of others pressed like roughly … Continue reading

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God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair

They told me God was a wild woman with stars in her hair I have seen such women sun glowing in their eyes wind pouring from calloused finger tips still soft as the love burning in their oversized hearts big … Continue reading

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Built to carry weight

I will still stand up  even if it all falls down Stand & deliver flying over shaking ground That be my measure for all you that  come to weigh I am good in the storm My Gods built me to … Continue reading

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