Ntozake Shange - Poet Woman, in Admiration
How do you tread on a Tiger’s tail ?
Baby.. we are jealous, her exciting voice and outcry
Gave us new understandings for sharp color, real color
Upcoming Fly By Night Press release: LIVING WITHOUT SKIN by Gabriel Don
This is Gabriel Don. Her light cannot be kept in a jar. Her words turn lead into gold. Don’t mess with her babies — she will G check you without a posse. She is Queen Elizabeth I encamped at Tilbury, she is Isis piecing Osiris together, she is dangerous and vulnerable and powerful. Powerful because vulnerable. This is Gabriel Don’s first collection and she doesn’t mean business; she means “Oh Henry you can’t be so clumsy with your cock.” Don’t let the politeness fool you.
- Sharon Mesmer, Polish-American poet, fiction writer, essayist and professor of creative writing
Ntozake Shange - Poet Woman, in Admiration
How do you tread on a Tiger’s tail ?
Baby.. we are jealous, her exciting voice and outcry
Gave us new understandings for sharp color, real color
An urgent call in the second life
red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window
warmly shiver touched me, made me laugh as a fresh baby
I decided to think about the source of these unknown rays
but, suddenly a kind of musical sound covered my ears
the sound did not seem like any earthen sound I ever heard
it was a mix of waves dancers and creation of colorful bird
it was like a smell of honey and the secrets of gold
Good Bye My Dear Old Friend
Let’s face it
Nothing is cruelty free
Especially when that bitch on Facebook
Piped up and replied
“This reply to your reply is cruelty free!”
I see you Sistar
I can hear your mockingbird tales take off
As quick as my daughter’s father could get
Himself committed.
Nkyinkyim
Sometimes, I stop. I know I shouldn’t, I should keep moving, head down, eyes down, back down, hunched, picking and pulling. But sometimes I need to stop. I see you in my mind. Tiny and warm. I remember kissing you on your forehead and holding you tight to my bare breast. I couldn’t give you anything else. There was none I could give except my body.
7 year bitch
Every where I go
Voila! There I am.
Making a mess.
Can't even give a compliment
Without pissing off
Some insecure housewife.
Three Poems
All About Being Rescued
As our minds travel in the same direction,
back to the same scene,
back to the moment of laughing out loud.
Traveling to the exact same place,
where we both knew just
what the other one meant.
Danny Shot’s WORKS Works
He retired, didn't quit his day job, one of the first second third generation immigrant youth pining for space, for more road, aspirations for a better life, "making it in America." The promised land, New Jersey, Springsteen, Patti Smith, WC Williams, Ginsberg, Eliot Katz & Jack Wiler, myriads more, all legends, where the ordinary is extra and the Average is Whitman's Divine Average.