Behind his apartment complex, towards the reservoir, where they found that dead black girl, Levell ran into rigid limbs and soft edges that cut red lines across his naked brown body. All he knew about these woods was that syringes littered the ground. White soap foams, like spiked plates sticking out of a dinosaur’s spine, slithered down his torso. Running shampoo gave him red eyes. He was taking a shower, getting ready to visit his mother when he heard banging …
Category: Writing
It was an honor to have written for one of the most widely read publications in the world. Thank you LA Weekly, April Wolfe, and Andy Hermann for giving me a chance. My first piece was a profile of Rodger Clayton and Uncle Jamm’s Army. I was mad nervous and didn’t want to mess it up. Had that been the only article that I ever wrote for LA Weekly, I would’ve been hyped. Instead I got a chance to talk …
He pegged me a tourist taking flicks.“What’s it like?”It’s like crouching under the atmosphere to keep from scorching your head. Earth’s glowing curvature is a celestial levee, a barrier to the darkness. The stars are neon streets and heavenly islands of light. They are as real as phantom pain firing from a severed limb. You stand still, afraid of stepping on the people below. You’re always in the way. Sometimes all you see is the white of clouds. Up there is …
I’ve lived in Japan for almost seven years. When you’re the youngest sibling, you get to benefit off of the mistakes that your parents made with their older children. Through watching your family you learn about human behavior. Like search engines and social media, it uses what it knows about you to warp your perspective. Its forever loving, sociopathic, opportunistic, and self-hating. Drama distracts you from revolting against its emotional hypnosis. You have been warned. At home I got a …
On rapper Milo’s latest record, who told you to think??!!?!?!?! the black emperor’s robe probably has a single hand clapping on the back. His throne is rusted chrome, encrusted with knocking-knee rappers’ bones, whose rhymes couldn’t hit a quarter note if the Lawn Mowerman rigged an arcade by telephone. who told you seems like a polaroid of the moment Milo became a man. He got married and had a baby. Staring at a crack in the wall to conjure a …
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