When the knife enters and rotates,
hemorrhage spumes into currents.
Black blood tinged red laps pulse
into blue flushed with viscous night
clouds water. Fish bellies, obscured
white, still gills, stiff as clotted feathers
weighed down. No touch stems the flow.
Teacup ships float in a…
@somekindalova just made me miss Lake Shore Drive and this image of a contemplative Nia Long. #lovejones
That twenty five years ago pretends
to take the time that one star travels
to naked eyes on earth. The first man
to kiss her after her husband leaves
is an electrical socket, a canyon of blue
sparks, strobe lights, fire trucks, ambulance,
and megaphone all in one, even though he’s
quieter at times. She noticed his hands
before lips fused them into unbreakable circuit.
From @evelynnalfred on tumblr: A villanelle by @tarabetts. “Damned Multi-tudes”
"If I can’t feel it, I can’t write it."-Hilton Als. lastnightsreading: Hilton Als at Greenlight Bookstore, 11/7/13.
thatonesuheirhammad: cave. sound. suit suite zoot.
John Jennings’ (jijennin70) ”Happy Funky Holidaze!!” -an homage to Melvin Van Peebles.
Grace Jones forever! thatonesuheirhammad: grace in treacy.
"Poem for Trayvon Martin" by Tara Betts produced by Tree Turner
(Source: treethirteen / Tree Turner)