A slow evening. Watching the planes overhead, Break the deep purple, Break the zen. I became enthralled, By the things she said, “Hello, How are you?” So enraptured. A soul, so beautiful, Her heart, so gifted, My heart was, unknowingly, Captured. Even if it’s only a romance, Watching her smile, That’s all in my head. […]
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Novelties and Curiosities
Black music. Black history. Black actors. Black athletes. Black Unemployment. Black dance. Black art. Black awards. Black students. Black Crime. Black cEOs. Black leadership. Black lives. Black achievement. Black Single Parent. Black lips. Black words. Black skin. Black verse. White Culture America, The symbols, they thirst, All too familiar, For that Black Monster Godzilla. Such […]
Papers
The candle lit, the flame dances atop the wick, dancing between the winds, pushed between pursed lips. The arcane spoken word, the sunshine, bringing life to those without it. The twist, thirsty and peckish for more like a deep pull, but settling for just a sip. On October the fifth, I climbed into my mind […]
A Still
Willow trees dripping their branches onto the pond. Touching at the water’s edge. Crowned by dense foliage. Expressed in leaves of vibrant green. Two in a boat. The surface peaceful, from the stroke. Monet in appearance. The air still. The picture bug free. The edges indistinguishably fuzzy. by malakhai jones img src: http://picturesoftrees.org/large/96/Weeping-Willows-Tree-Pictures-6.jpg
SkinWalker
The day was October, the fifth. The air was crisp and cool. A slight chill sat uncomfortably on the wind, snaking its way around my neck and ears. The windows of the houses were dressed in cotton weave cobwebs and witches hats, while plastic spiders crawled over the sashes. The yards were filled with rows […]
Through the Looking Glass
Come to Rekall incorporated where you can buy the memory of your ideal vacation… Cheaper, safer, and better than the real thing. So don’t let life pass you by. Call Rekall…for the memory of a lifetime. 915.555.6386.21 *** “Great choice! My grandma loves the Martian adventure. Go ahead and sit right down in the chair, […]
L’artiste
There lives an artist, I think, that if we ever should meet, I would assume she walks down extraordinary streets, painted with vivid brush strokes and cobbled stones, traversed day and night by hard-bottom feet. The exterior expression of a beautiful soul, found in emotionally weighty subjects fantastically told. Her body wrapped exquisitely in poetry […]
The Throne
“Picking up grudges like hammers and axes, your temperature rises, your anger waxes. Chop them all to pieces, slam them into cakes, have you never yourself made a mistake.” He shrugged his shoulders and said. “Why must I let it be? I feel you are disrespecting me.” She coughed. “My girlfriends are coming over. This […]
SkinWalker, Part 6
Walking into the bathroom, I turned on the faucet. I watched the water splash against the porcelain. The drops scurried and hopped about the lip of the drain, reaching for the sides in a nearly desperate attempt to pull themselves up before succumbing to the physics and falling in. I stood there focused on the […]
SkinWalker, Part 5
“Samaritan…Samaritan?” She repeated. Turning my attention away from the door, I wiped the sweat from my hands and walked back toward the bathroom. “What did you see?” She asked. Read part 4 here “…I, I saw…” I was struggling to comprehend what I saw. “I saw black smoke filled with yellow and hateful eyes.. so […]
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