Xeitgeist

  trust in authority has melted into a bead of sweat that settles in the crevice of a brow bruised blue and Black with brutality and vanishes in the flash of a policeman’s baton dripping in technicolor cartoon print and imagined heroism armed with weapons, ego and righteousness.   reptilian shape shifters slither less convincingly along…

I SING THE BODY BLK

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE BODY THE BODY IN BLK IN THE UNITED STATES THE BODY IN HIDING IN AMERICA THE BODY FULL EXPOSURE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERIKKKA THE BODY BREATHING FOR WHICH             YES             IT STILL STANDS ONE NATION    …

An Interview with Poet Jamie Oliveira

Jamie Oliveria is a nomadic poet, visual artist and all-around creative person. The 24 year-old self-published poet hails from San Francisco, yet prefers to be known as an inhabitant of the world. She received her B.A. in documentary film production from San Francisco State University. It was actually Oliveria’s film background that helped craft her…

Horoscopes & Love Notes

Aries: you’ve been fighting for so long whatever comes next walk into it with your eyes open Taurus: fill your lungs today and remember that this too is a gift Gemini: your body was never broken there is no splintered split in you say whole now again now again Cancer: you can’t carry the past…

Cameo

it will take me all of six seconds to realize that it’s you this time grocery cart ghosting forward without my grip to steer it until there are peaches everywhere supermarket stained yellow-pink fluorescent blush rushing against a current of unsuspecting customers the sound of each bruise forming with a thud against the floor’s tile…

Writing Black

I am black-ish Nah I am black Everything else is just liner notes. I am a writer Since age 10  I decided this was my true passion in my life. Shy girls must find their place I wrote because I couldn’t speak Afraid of my own voice Ink against paper just seemed quite right. So…

Origin Story

my family’s word for an unborn child is speck / so I grew out of a gold void / a kind of molten metal / and a mother’s soft slow wanting / a single dandelion seed blooming / into a forest fire / I was raised a small creature / my sister’s twin shadow /…