Tina Runs by Akila Richards

Huh! What a lovely seething undertone. Run. Dub-tub, dub-tub my natural pose. Flitting graffiti sky floats over old crime. Blow out rhythmic clouds in pewter air. Sweat surges up spinal, muscles amplify. Projected veins throb under juicy skin. Red injects my blues,...

Pelo Bueno by Akila Richards

Toca me. A negro-red stone glistens in your mano. Embrazo me, against the derecho concrete crushed terror. Mira me, in the yearning of olas and ola of your s/mothering curls. You are so-oh beautisome, So-oh handsful. That I loose my idioma, in the brutaliscenced...