by devilsdykenetwork | Apr 26, 2018 | Akila Richards, Artists, Poets
My sister is a big woman, carries a heavy load. One hand grips hearts, the other a machete, digging deeper than ever to harvest. Every day my sister grows bigger. Her cosmic hips balance, justice and forgiveness on spring-coiled legs, that just keep crossing...
by devilsdykenetwork | Apr 26, 2018 | Akila Richards, Artists, Poets
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,...
by devilsdykenetwork | Apr 26, 2018 | Akila Richards, Artists, Poets
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...
by devilsdykenetwork | Apr 26, 2018 | Artists, Helen Dixon, Poets
alex/olivia we=she=she in that [my/our/not=our=mosquitia=shore] volcanic country’s capital city fractured heart head war-scarred and terremoteada loving that waste ground made wild and shady in childhood among revolutionary uncles, mothers’ tales as mountain...
by devilsdykenetwork | Apr 22, 2018 | Artists, Hannah Martin, Visual art
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