poem: can’t touch this

poem: can’t touch this

As the artist set up his loops layering beats onto vocals creating his own backup being his own best friend and his own whipping boy — this young boy fresh faced and sheepishly grinning too young to call an artist with a straight face despite the truth of it — as I...
a poem: Pompeii, revisited

a poem: Pompeii, revisited

I never traveled far afield like Jennifer did that one time in college so theres no real frame of reference for the news. Pompeii collapsed this morning nothing but dust now. No, really, it means it this time, no teasing remnant of life no ghostly petrifications just...