metronome #1

your breath the sweet cradle 
of my nights, your chest rising and falling 
the metronome that stilled my heart 
my paranoia melting in your arms
i was safe there / i was not always there
i came to this place and i was alone 
even though i was always saying we 
are never alone, i was alone 
your breath the vacuum 
of my nights, my chest tightening and tightening
the metronome that killed my heart
my paranoia creeping into crevices 
i was safe there / i was not always there

On Lorca’s Poet in New York | Work in Progress

by Maureen N. McLane What a strange, vital, careening book—what a book for now. Yet also, what a fascinating document of the early 20th century. A Poet in New York, “New York in a Poet,” as Lorca himself glossed it: this is clearly one of the great works of transnational modernism, a cracked A…
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Text – H.R.7311 – 117th Congress (2021-2022): Countering Malign Russian Activities in Africa Act | Congress.gov | Library of Congress

Text for H.R.7311 – 117th Congress (2021-2022): Countering Malign Russian Activities in Africa Act
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the nazi in buffalo

the nazi in new york
who killed all those Africans
at a supermarket in Buffalo?
he is afraid
afraid of the “great replacement”
afraid of the masses 
the colonized masses outnumbering 
he says “the white birth rate must change”
he says “my blood is European”

Africans 
Black people
my people 
we must prepare 
for the worst
is still to come
for us there was never 
a choice. 

Let us come together. 
Let us fight. 
Let us come together.