I am scared of the winter as the summer is approaching Each day asking of a love that needs unfolding Quiet in the street, a heat boils underneath Matching the patterns of my feet, scuffed soles kiss concrete Too bold to become so obsolete we invent a secret greeting Kissing palm in one touch thatContinue reading “25 | 18:08.”
you think harlem can hear me crying? i open my mouth real wide & howl – asking my maker to stand where two ends greet like old skins; burning paper. © CKN 2016
A reminder to black folk, everywhere: A copy of a copy is a continuation of a lazy practice. A copy of a copy from a blueprint is a continuation of a lazy practice that was once an art form, respected. © CKN 2016.