Another world is possible…
from genesissy & on the eighth day, God said let there be fierce & that’s the story about the first snap, the hand’s humble attempt at thunder, a small sky troubled by attitude // & on the ninth day, God said Bitch, werk & Adam learned to duck walk, dip, pose, death drop, Eve became […]
Serena-goddess, Serena-sis, please know i am still in a ruby red rage cloud over the racist, misogynistic, BESTIAL treatment you received on July 11, 2015 at the hands of The New York Times. fresh off the court where you left your latest historic notch, i can’t imagine how you must have felt to have to […]
*You sho’ is ugly* shug says to celie first, she gathers her close leaps swiftly into her eyes – intimate as a kiss – then, mere centimeters away, cackles up her venom callous words sting, dear speaker, they claw lacerate puncture fragility and You are responsible for the scars *You sho’ is…* post-coital, we lay […]
Caterpillar For Rachel Corrie by Victorio Reyes Sometimes I sit down to dinner and I imagine that you’re sitting with me. We’re talking about the history of capitalism and the connections between Marx and Adam Smith. My partner chimes in about the sexist and Euro-centric implications of such discussions. We nod in agreement. You […]
Victorio Reyes is a poet and Executive Director of the The Social Justice Center of Albany. Three years ago, I decided to return to school to pursue an MFA in creative writing. As a poet, who came from the spoken word and Hip Hop schools, I was surprised by how many corners of the literary […]
Another holiday season has come and gone, but even a few days into this new year I can’t help but be haunted by something that’s been bugging me for the past few months: The War on Christmas. Basically, some extremely religious people are convinced that the world is out to end the Christmas holiday. The […]
Menopause meets me, pistols drawn and gunning for a showdown, in the middle ground of life. I prefer to mount my horse, gallop in reverse, slam on the brakes, and stop the clock. Mix metaphors and juggle words tossed into thin air. Whatever does the trick. Meno? Minus? Hopefully not a Minotaur charging through the […]
(***trigger warning: references to sexual violence) * she envies spider webs their transparency, forever moist. their embrace of gaps, corners and the forgotten, held within a network of countless delicate fingers. strong enough to hold those that spun them, immune to their paralyzing poisons. she covets that kind of love. she longs for this love, and […]
i was always absent in your eyes but you were caught in mine lodged between lid & sclera gathering salt. wasn’t it penance enough that holding you choked my blood? did you have to scald my cheeks as you left? http://blkcowrie.wordpress.com/
unlike the phoenix, fertilized by fire or the iguana, ever cloaked in awaiting armor our shorn leavings won’t allow human beings to reemerge * that this is now without exception is too much for me to bear * my aries mother insists that her next passage be by fire thus, heralded by a blaze that will only douse […]