“Through the empty arch comes a wind, a mental wind blowing relentlessly over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents; a wind that smells of baby’s spittle, crushed grass, and jellyfish veil, announcing the constant baptism of newly created things.” – Lorca
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the only weapon
the poets repeat themselves the only weapon against forgetfulness the poets repeat themselves the only weapon against forgetfulness the poets repeat themselves the only weapon
Representing Haiti | Small Axe Project
Representing Haiti | Small Axe Project — Read on smallaxe.net/sxsalon/discussions/representing-haiti
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[new track] so so wonderful
me reciting one of my poems to charlie mingus
win-lose
when you lose you gain perspective when you win you lose everything that could have come after the wound when you win you wind the tight rope tighter til you pop
Anti-trade
tree interprets wind telling which way the western one blows by its subtle swaying staying or flowing away away away from the simple explanation of force wind tells tree tells me why i think of you jacaranda bloom in june
lovely sometimes rarely maybe
and i was scared scared scared of existing of actually being reali still am in fact frightened quite oftento this day. this long root of fear that keeps us quiet. no more no masno no more no no more nomasenuf enuf enuf enuffor a lifetime lasted enuf. ya. i thought i couldquiet the storminside meContinue reading “lovely sometimes rarely maybe”
untitled self-corrective
u don’t miss loveu miss the safety of being controlled being told what to dowhat to be the safety of their will u would do wellto know the difference so that next timeyou don’t mistake chainsfor embraces
letter to a friend #5
change happens whether you care or not revolution happens if you believe or not; empires fall always as a rule things can get worse or better if you prepare my dear sister; i know the world has untold weapons against us my dear sister; i know the words alone will not convince you my dearContinue reading “letter to a friend #5”
Aida Rends 