Monday, November 11, 2019

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Maafa's Constellation

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Thursday, September 26, 2019

Maafa’s Interanimation

I love my lion   into low limbs      a lean can   see why the nursery rhymes for lynching begin in his mouth    and meth don’t shout teeth black with   reluctance to shine come shine     


My  lions   are shiny      hind and shins      the heel meets the perineum    and clears the mind or something        now I’m thinking about irons   and my wrists itch of flood of sculpted     air and errance the itch of ache to be    dancing           


          Monsters      in every myth      are the hungry beast   cuddling with hunger   please don’t be hunger         don’t be her   


Be    the   words go     back sleep       tattooed      on that star    as spell but   also arbor arbitrary   hellfire we’re writing      hell’s obituary deleting the       delta in our elbow boats   


Where you gon’ go?   

Are you afraid of where this song is going     as you so lonely ride it

Sunday, September 15, 2019