Love
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“Love” by Assata Shakur
“Love”Love is contraband in Hell,cause love is an acidthat eats away bars.But you, me, and tomorrowhold hands and make vowsthat struggle will multiply.The hacksaw has two blades.The shotgun has two barrels.We are pregnant with freedom.We are a conspiracy. Shakur, Assata. “Love.” Assata: An Autobiography. Lawrence Hill Books, 1987, p. 130. Continue reading
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A Letter to 38yo Me
Did you ever believe that you’d live this long? As a child, we used to map out our futures. What we’d be like as teenagers. In our twentysomethings, batting away quarter-life crises. And we’d imagine being 32. Then it was just dark, unplanned. Nothing lay beyond its horizon. It is uncertainty whether we thought our Continue reading
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The Good Ones
Something nagged at me today. I had a conversation a couple years ago with some stranger online. The conversation turned to past relationships, I remarked how I’ve managed to remain friends with most of my exes. Granted that we’re not all bosom buddies, but we can hold a conversation without suddenly breaking out in a Continue reading
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“Ocean Pulls Me Close and Whispers in My Ear”
Formerly the natural state of man was not what it is now, but quite different. For at first there were three sexes, not two as present, male and female, but also a third having both together… Next, the shape of man was quite round, back and ribs passing about it in a circle; and he Continue reading
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Finding Lovecraft Sexy
“It’s weird how quickly you all say love down here,” Miranda said. Those might not have been her words, verbatim, but it is the gist of her point. And this was several years ago, when the world was still in front of us and we didn’t worry all too much about the future. When things Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 