Poetry
Malcolm X: The Last Interview (February 21, 1965), with Vogue (via James Baldwin)
I / / Race is a masque— / brown, in my case; / / and it’s a mosque— / blue, in our black case. / / In my opinion,...
When the Dead Outnumber the Living
When the dead outnumber the living they will spill forth from purgatory and come back to / reclaim their condos. They will take back their steak knives, they will uncork your /...
Into the mouths of payphones
Night after night through cities and villages / she says his name: / Amsterdam, Namur, in Paris, / Sagres, Ronda, San Sebastien and Anglet / Hallo, ist — zu Hause? / / Berlin,...
[sic]
sic is an extremely simple irc client. Don’t take this personally. It consists of less than 250 / lines of code. It’s nothing shut eye won’t wipe. It is the little brother...
[07]
It is all a dream. [28] / / An angel arrives. [49] / / Reinforcements penetrate. [38] / / They are defeated by a virus. [12] / /...
[02]
The book that you read, seeking something. [60] / / The book that you write, to discover. [52] / / The book for which they burn you. [35] / ...
Tornado Chaser
My son scans the sky for supercell storms / the way I once watched ladders of light for signs / of the Rapture. He waits for squall lines to form, / cumulonimbus...
Greg: Corps of Engineers, Afghanistan
It was a mean / while, and fuckin’ warm, / / as we swarmed / a pact-racket of battle-hungry / rag-tag, mis-fits / / when it all kettles / into...