Three Poems
Sometimes the sun rises North of East. Sometimes the moon hangs above our heads like an orphaned jewel and when I reach out it hides in your breast.
Two Poems by Justin Banks
Society attempted to box me in, in an attempt to make me
one of them, telling me I must live, must speak their way,
but if don’t; I’ll be punished for being different, for being
extreme. A menace to society. When I was chasing a
dream. I will stand for the destruction of mankind not
another day! Soon is the time to break down the walls of
society.
Looking Back: The Lower East Side's Literary Cannon - Professor Steve
"READ THE GODDAMN POEM!" Steve bellows from the bar of the Nuyourican Poet's Cafe!
America’s Opioid Crisis: Pray for and Trust in God’s Grace
Every day in America, approximately 91 people die of an opioid overdose. According to the Centers for Disease Control, from 2000 to 2015, more than half a million Americans died of drug overdoses, and opioids account for most of those deaths. This epidemic is so serious that President Trump declared it a national emergency on August 10, 2017. This epidemic could be impacting your family members or friends.
The Martian was a mistake!
Science Fiction fans should be really bothered by the fact that The Martian from the Andy Weir novel and film director Ridley Scott won the HUGO award this year.
Pussyology and Afterbirth
As I was sayin papichulo
My pussy’s got a name
But you don’t know it / never bothered to ask
First Steps
In the living room between separated couches,
Sun beaming on the wall while suspense arouses.
Salsa Meets Jazz for Puerto Rico
Steve and the gang took a trip to Le Poisson Rouge to check out some swingin' music.
This benefit concert featured:
Bobby Sanabria MULTIVERSE Big Band & David Amram, Paquito D’Rivera, Candido, Jimmy Owens, Randy Brecker, Jon Faddis, Larry Harlow, Eddie Montalvo, Brenda Feliciano, Antoinette Montague, Mariposa and Felipe Luciano, plus DJ Antonio Ocasio (Tribal Winds) and many more surprise guests
Goodbye, Yosemite. Hello, What?
HOTELS generally don’t figure prominently in my imagination, but Yosemite Valley does, and so does the glamorous Ahwahnee Hotel. When my father took me on Yosemite climbing trips in the 1980s, we never stayed at the Ahwahnee — it costs a fortune — but Dad always brought clean dress shirts so that we could hang out in the Ahwahnee’s kitschy Indian Room Bar before we slept illegally under the evergreens.
Photos of Cuba
Mary Chen, friend of Tribes, visited Cuba and left these as evidence - check it out!
Three Poems
Barreling like gut born love songs
Your ancestors are smiling
As we pass the time
When we ride
It's language
We Shall Not Be Moved at the Apollo
An opera singing police officer, modern dancing ghosts and passionate spoken word set to music, artistically explain the cry of urban Philadelphia.