let go of the boat, this water is meant to carry. you’re a patched island. do not use baskets. to catch fishes with water hearts— become a fetcher drown in your music, quick feet are clouds for sinking sands— boy! just dance with ease let go of the words, the romanticizing of tears, let go, […]

I leave by staying, close my eyes while I am waking. that’s the becoming. lose the wind in you, throw your mind into the before— to unlearn, to learn. wake up in the rain, allow thunder to strike you so you’d see lightning while you run, please walk there’s no room to escape from nights, […]

know that this is true, our history is laced together and housed in a book for children to read and adults to tie a belief that friendship still lives within our past blood— line that stretches beyond this time. I am now leaving I won’t be Bucky I need you to move on, Rogers please! […]

All God’s Children Need Travelling Shoes: Final chapter with both my hands I will lift up the universe like a child happy to be carried by its mother. I will grin to show my gums like a nipper newly teething. this has been a good fight for Guy and self, and finally, america is vinegar […]

by being bullies and brutes with a god that adores bestiality, we conquered and captured and went on to exterminate a whole kindred race. maybe multiple gods created the world, but one became too greedy. maybe all of us are truly sons of our fathers in heaven and hell. Younglan Talyoung

Change beliefs and cultures are the constants that hinder change, so, relapse, suffer. trapped in a window of unethical acts yearning for ways to survive. a desire is an insight, efforts are futile, fear of the unknown. we enjoy suffer conflicting aims with no constants, the future was now. Tomide Abdul

On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous: Lan each day is a page. filling the book of memory that is man’s whole life. make me young again teach me to live without the shells, live without the fear that sound may be sound, and my heart would race for something not just anything take these pages […]

Part II i know a secret about ears, eyes, hands, legs, and the things they can not be. there is a magic that comes after the word “sorry” sometimes it saves. if a child is young, memory is not a choice they make till they grow up. and these secrets have come to life so […]

the words that is said by a man to himself is what he believes to be the bitter truth. a leaf may see himself as an irreplaceable friend to the long iroko tree, until it one day falls expecting the tree to at least shed a tear, and with no hard feelings, the tree makes […]

Milo this is how we write the story of our admiration on clouds that hands cannot touch till it begins to rain profusely in graves within the Bermuda till we begin to look for what’s missing as soon as the perks fall off, my eyes would behold nothing else but the hunch, the way you […]