Airplane Shit-Talk Ain’t Really Shit Talk

Fragmentary engagement, the pen bleeds as if the tongue were sliced open – Black ink droplets spattered upon a page of decolonial au jus,   a patois created as the flight slips from the tarmac: the grip of the tires is required… but words don’t play by the same rules.   “I wish this pen Continue reading Airplane Shit-Talk Ain’t Really Shit Talk

Reloj

Blackened spots cloud visions, the gaze far set upon the horizon, the dream lived is the dream created, bodies seeking refuge we are a collective forced to splinter under the weight of modernity & As our globe spins backwards we are twisted like the concept of time

Life as System: the Macro represented in the Micro

On the corner of Panola and Burdette there lies a quaint cafe by the name of Riccobono’s. Charging 8 bucks for a meager “two, two, three,” they run a steep risk and what’s more interesting, I’ve yet to ever see a black person working in the front of house. Upon entering I was met by Continue reading Life as System: the Macro represented in the Micro