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your breath the sweet cradle of my nights, your chest rising and falling the metronome that stilled my heart my paranoia melting in your armsi was safe there / i was not always therei came to this place and i was alone even though i was always saying we are never alone, i was aloneContinue reading “metronome #1”

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… —Continue reading “On Lorca’s Poet in New York | Work in Progress”

the nazi in new yorkwho killed all those Africansat a supermarket in Buffalo?he is afraidafraid 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 peoplemy people we must prepare for the worstis still to comefor us there was neverContinue reading “the nazi in buffalo”

i don’t exist to you unless i’m some kind of forbidden fruitthis is why we don’t date catholics

A beautiful, special issue of the Journal of West Indian Literature (JWIL) on Kamau Brathwaite is here. Please see more information below for JWIL … New Issue: JWIL (On Kamau Brathwaite)

The settler states partner with their parent countries in Europe to continue imperialist domination. Africa is a key battleground against imperialism in its settler and neo-colonial form. — Read on hoodcommunist.org/2022/05/12/imperialism-was-built-on-settler-colonialism/amp/

the earth moves with youit is gliding – you are glidingdown the slope we gogeronimo! lovely lady lazuligave me a kiss i was blued all over the earth moves with youit is our oldest friend who holds our hand from beginning to endsand sit collecting memories microparticlesmassive data dumpsof earth before time erupt! come toContinue reading “the earth moves with you”

Is it really fair?for you to X me outover something Iwas able to forgive youfor, so easily?No, I see now.I taught you how to treat me.I should have known. I should have shown youthat you can’tdisrespect meand get awaywith it.Next timeI will love myselfmore.

It’s not easy, living. Our human existence is an ongoing experience of what Baruch Spinoza called servitudo (bondage): we are constantly, despite ourselves and our best efforts, at the mercy of forces greater than us, subject to events and encounters that cause emotions we’d rather not feel. As the great British thinker Kate Bush once putContinue reading “Think Least of Death | 4Columns”