VT (for all of my design-obsessed peeps)

photomarufhossain courtesyathoughtfuleyeblog INDEPENDENCE When I am nine, the British quit India.  Headmaster says, "The Great Mutiny started it."  We repeat, The Great Mutiny of 1857 in our booming voices.  Even Akbar was Great, even Catherine, Great!  We titter over History.  His back turns: we see his pink spotty neck. Sorry, the British leaving?  we beg. "This is hardly a joke or a quiz -- sit up and stay alert," he spits. "It is about the trains and ships you love and city names.  As for me, I'm old, I'll end in a library, I began in trade." But you must stay, we tell him.  He lived here as we have lived but longer.  He says he was alive in Calcutta in 1890.  He didn't have a rich father.  A third son, he came with the Tea Company:  we saw a statement in his office.  The company built the railroads to take the tea "home to England" so that Darjeeling and Assam could be sipped by every...

sisterwolf,ghadahalkandari courtesyindigenousdialogues AGAPE only christ could love a child so night black and tender rib meat falling off the bones into a saucy mouth slick with salvation the rendering of her image cast in Victorian silhouette onto a perfect ivory brooch was also cause for concern "he don't love me no more!" she was said to have shouted from her pinned position causing consternated looks from those nearby the bearer of her object beauty whatch'all lookin' at!? he snapped back dandy as ever, his grayed-in blue striped seer sucker shirt it was plain to see: the hard attention was gettin to 'em when she divulged her greatest asset yet- silence and it was into this weak wet gaze of bowlegs and jelly legs and gaping double jointed knees she regressed slipping back into his mind's recesses to redress herself pure white cotton lace panties the moist black loam of his need filtering through her Tara'd fingers oh tara taray  he whis...

krishnastealingmilk,1998 paintingattilarichardlukacs courtesydianefarrisgallery BECAUSE, I AM In the ghetto we play the game of jugglin' potions that manipulate emotions. Where people of color pray to the gods of their white-conquerers ONLY because we are ignorant to the notions. So we steal & kill each because OUR choices of Universities aren't as wide as the choices we have in prisons. But, why lock a muthafucka' up when we already doing a life sentence in existence? In the time-length t hat California built 1 University, they build 32 prisons,  so why blame our youth when it is YOU who chooses NOT to listen. If your plans are to build MORE cells than schools, then your plan for us is evident. You claim to be fixing other Countries, but don't even help your fellow U.S. resident, simply because you aren't overseas to help, but to steal resources & build your companies. By the day they can defend themselves you've already colonized the...

imagecourtesyvamooseblog CHANEL No 5 The scent before memory lies, the scent of fur and rhinestones, tinfoil stars taped to a mirror and cigarettes extinguished on a half-eaten plate of eggs. The scent of sagging flesh, the scent with its hand in your pocket, the scent your mother warned you about, the bitter scent, the slut all the other girls loathe. The naked, starved scent of night. Drunken body of avarice. Mistress of empty gold-leaf frames and spilled champagne. Garter belt holding up ripped stockings: soon the skirt will be lifted. Light the fuse. A palace ruined by fire. A fire ruined by ash. SECOND-SKIN RHINESTONE-SPANGLED NUDE SOUFFLE CHIFFON GOWN CIDER PRESS REVIEW BOOK AWARD #6, 2009 * * *  " The secret of Landon Godfrey's fresh and compelling poems seems to lie in their unexpected combination of lushness and asperity.  How is it possible to be at once so lavish and so austere?  How delightful the finery put on in this splendid debut of a b...