December 2012
98 posts
drum her, boy.
ocean's pyramids
Set the cheetahs on the loose There’s a thief out on the move Underneath our legion’s view They have taken Cleopatra, Cleopatra Run run run come back for my glory Bring her back to me Run run run the crown of our pharaoh The throne of our queen is empty And we’ll run to the future Shining like diamonds in a rocky world A rocky, rocky world Our skin like bronze and our...
longing. night. moon.
“i learned how to roll for you habibi. how to break.”
– smokes signals & symbols
he calls me his peace. holds me.
The Offering →
light to light
sending love to you,
Gaza,
wish I was there breaking with
not here breaking apart
sending love star,
none of us alone,
you one dem that taught me
sending love
scan her darkly
Heavy. Mary Oliver.
That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die. Surely God had his hand in this, as well as friends. Still, I was bent, and my laughter, as the poet said, was nowhere to be found. Then said my friend Daniel, (brave even among lions), “It’s not the weight you carry but how you carry it - books, bricks, grief - ...
has saved up fucks to give
