koherence / frakchured mirrorz reflekting thekayos uv ourtym
. . . i was born a black woman and now i am become a palestinian against the relentless laughter of evil there is less and less living room and where are my loved ones? it is time to make our way home. — june jordan, moving towards
i went on the road
382 days on the road. a solo motorcycle sojourn thru 48 states 30 September 2015 thru 16 October 2016 i went on the road 18 months ago to find the space i’d lost between my life’s bookends sprinting wholly identified from deathrow’s claws and cocooning from
lucéz kora song
once upon a time there waz a yung girl whose dance — body lithe & free — she allowed lifez joy to pour thru her receptive frame filling the spiritz uv thoze who dared move in unison with her she waz moon that regulated