What can you do?
when love cripples you...
Who can you love?
When you don't love you...
Love is like dust
It's everywhere, it's in the air
not always clear.
If it builds up
it makes you sick...
then you gotta get rid of it!
That's what you gotta do
when love cripples you
throw that junk out
like a too small shoe.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
A Poet and her camera circa 1998
when I was 15, me and my cousin would take trips to Tijuana to by cheap GUESS? and faux Cartier watches. I never liked to take pictures of "locals" but the photographer in me can't help it. I just took a few quick shots, then commenced to parlay.
Most days, I found myself snapping pictures on Crenshaw...the prefered hang out strip of my youth. Lemeirt Park/ Barbershop Row. It was a great way for me to talk to all the cuties who lined the streets. 15 years old, no shame, just hormones and wonder. Looking back, it helped me get over my shyness. :)
This one got published in an L.A. Times anthology that same year.
Another restless night...
You know, sometimes I have so much energy, I don't know what to do...What to write... when I have not much to say. Or is it that I have too much to say and lack the patience to write it down...When all else fails. Color!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Knitting Factory Show footage!
That's Black Betty and Page 2! Shouts out to Tius Blak, the hardest working hype man, and Daru Jones, the hardest working drummer on the planet!!!!!!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Let's all throw our shoes!!!!!!
Mr. Reporter, who threw your shoes at Bush you are my HERO!!!!!!!! Thank you for letting him know that everything he does is NOT OKAY!!!!!!!! The world is more stronger and more aware because of you!!!!!!!! I love you!!!!!!! May Allah Bless you!!!!!!!! You meaningful solider in the eyes of the most high!!!!!!!!!!!!
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