SURVIVAL MECHANISMFor a land-grab moment,I am eight years old,A celebrant in heaven.Hand in hand withMy daughters.Glory, elation, youth.Tantrums of joyElucidated by theirChyron thoughts,“I like...
There is in the Water
What happened here the history I mean thismean thing there right there the bridgewhere they were lynched and who elsewas there and this is always here Ito make them mean something and howcan inanimate objects say...
occupier artclasswindow is crackedopen to let fresh air in. outsidesunny schoolyard under
lovely cloudless sky,the kind of blue beggingto be licked and torn asunderby hungry...