Dry

I can walk Quietly I can choke My mouth is full of silence My mind is thrilled with fantasies My fists Tighten my fears And my tongue is so dry I Need water I Need something between my teeth Anúncios

Ass-fuckd as me – Poem

We could not Have the luxury of paying $100 On the electric bill. When it was cold we Used to turn on all the burners With pans filled with water on top Of them Boiling and warming us up And the gas bill Hardly cost more than 30 bucks Hungry we were The two of…

Am I the curse – (Roberta Pan)

I only appear when there is flash I’m the contrast of quota, community, the course in the church, I’m the curse and the ingrained wickedness. I sit, I look sideways. Am I the only black guy in that college? “Why are you wasting your time sitting in this room at this age? You could be…

Adeus Nonino e a celebração da morte – Crônica

(english below) Queria falar sobre duas coisas: A primeira aconteceu em Agosto, quando estive em Bruxelas para visitar uma amiga dessas que são irmãs da alma. Como ela estava trabalhando eu passava o dia dando voltas despretensiosas pela cidade, sem a correria natural de quem estava fazendo turismo. Eu já estive em Bruxelas antes e…