Clutter

the house looks like that kind of anxiety you can’t really talk to people about because it smells like rancid dish water and stale, endless masturbation dust and dog fur mingle on hirsute heirlooms my eyelids feel like the jowls of a bloodhound I grind my teeth and breathe in peace-scented candles until I cough…

Xeitgeist

  trust in authority has melted into a bead of sweat that settles in the crevice of a brow bruised blue and Black with brutality and vanishes in the flash of a policeman’s baton dripping in technicolor cartoon print and imagined heroism armed with weapons, ego and righteousness.   reptilian shape shifters slither less convincingly along…

I SING THE BODY BLK

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE BODY THE BODY IN BLK IN THE UNITED STATES THE BODY IN HIDING IN AMERICA THE BODY FULL EXPOSURE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERIKKKA THE BODY BREATHING FOR WHICH             YES             IT STILL STANDS ONE NATION    …

An Interview with Poet Jamie Oliveira

Jamie Oliveria is a nomadic poet, visual artist and all-around creative person. The 24 year-old self-published poet hails from San Francisco, yet prefers to be known as an inhabitant of the world. She received her B.A. in documentary film production from San Francisco State University. It was actually Oliveria’s film background that helped craft her…

Tantra

                I write with you still on the tip of my fingers … Table scraps of memories and all the places you bring me by the slight twitch and dip of your muscles I know nothing like your brand of love and thrust Not lust, But divinity And…