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left handed child (NPM2017 10)

i dreamed of the left-handed child standing in the middle of the road i have been dreaming about preaching on milk cartons most of my dreams come from the ocean my sleep is a classroom my teachers are mostly dead … Continue reading

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The American Century Cycle

I am often asked why August Wilson? Why did I decide to direct the American Century Cycle? I am producing the America’s greatest playwright’s seminal work in its entirety. I will be the first director to do so in chronological … Continue reading

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99 Swang / That New Millenium Dime

99 sheep woke up/came in from the toxic fields/in search of a song/full of tic bites/wolves against no walls/on a come up/calling bluffs/tea parties full of donkeys&elephants 99 sheep/infiltrated/media affiliated/99 sheep awake/from a long slow dance/a tango w/existence insistent on voicing the relevant/trying … Continue reading

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A Song for Dirt & Water from “That New Millennium Dime”

this is a song for dirt & water star dust & tears a dark cosmic prayer for redeemption help us forget what we never needed to know someone beat the drum slowly/find the road we are ready to go must … Continue reading

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Dirt – From That New Millennium Dime

the people /slowly returning/to the land/ slowly/ slow food /looking for sustenance in the sustainable green ways/leaning on unknowing/relearning/undoing re/remembering what we never should have forgotten/ from dust to dust/how we forget that/2/3’s water/how we forget that/god alchemy/mimic nature/ gods … 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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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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That New Millennium Dime- Installment 19- Cairo

revolution/likes figs with thick sweet sauce/is a possibility/like omelets or chicken/there are choices/we choose and lie to ourselves/ we have short memories/i remember iran and the last shah/manijhe mohammedi did you ever go home/i remember revolutions/revolts/yolks thrown off/i remember/i got a long memory/son … Continue reading

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