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...

Untitled 1 by Leni Crowley

The night was ice cold and sweet and opened around me, gristling and bristling like a grumpy lover who’d forgive you in an hour or so. I rattled amongst the low clouds. On the phone at the bus stop she promised me a hot shower and dry clothes. In my memory...