Yelling cursing, noise level terrorThen he hits herShe criesThings get quiet, then it starts againLocked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bedThat's the place he goes when they go at itMother & Alien,...

can't tell ya what it was...maybe somebody spiked my gin n tonic or sprinkled some dope in my chronic whatever the case it had me mixin Swahili with Ebonics and got this functional alcoholic feelin completely anabolic as neurotic verses began to openly frolic causin a...

  The steps walk dry,cloudy eyes,the bones vibratein the echoless wind. Some voices dance in hollow alleysother dreams die in the dim light. Hunger drags the skin.The rain caresses without a name.The cold writes on the flesha poem that no one reads. They...

I have always been one who delves,unmoved by books gathered on shelves,no longer willing to still pretend—I prefer each raw beginning to its end. So I set off once more this night,armed with pen and paper for the write,into this...