Introduction as written in late August 2015 francine j. harris The video was originally produced in December 2014/January 2015. “The Radio Amateur Is Patriotic. That’s what the manual says. It is your responsibility as an amateur radio operator to pass the word in time of trouble, time of war. Time of danger or disaster. Time of tragic […]

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Places to start: our mother’s heart, first sound to prove our ears—tells us we’re not one; or the fish, fowl, cattle, and thirst for dominion and those words beat to wrought this reality; or one fish, two fish, since two is all one needs to make other of another which explains our clannish ways, and […]

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Psalm 6:6 and this is how a young boy finds manhood | at once constructed and crushed | into the body | on his back drunk cheek to burnt floor | ass wet on fire and lifted toward the sky of the den | a circling of wax-wood laths | the circle of his face […]

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Last Night, I Was Trapped in the Wrong Body Again A downy woodpecker shakes its head the way, say, a scruffy faced teenager might. It’s pulsing—the red streak running down the middle of its crown. Or at least I think it’s red in the glow of the bird-spiked Meijer sign. Then again, this late, I’m […]

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Hands “Dear God, if we were made to be ghosts, why do the bullets still work? -Airea D. Matthews [dear god] I have seen the door of a black child’s face open to let the sidewalk in as a cop stands over his body. I am not going to pretend that your eyes are anything […]

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is the ordinariness of color is dirty money is the last trap on the left is the viscous part gone amok; an echo-shuffle of feet shucking is the plug telling you he wouldn’t bullshit is a blackish colored rat he spit up—its body hobbled in bile, already a sung secret is getting gurbed for your […]

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Each night this 21st century frontier town settles Enough for me to hear the thrum and hiss in my ears, My tinnitus, which I choose to think of as the harmony Of my firmament—all so far away—like the whush And hiss from Nana’s gas heater that warmed the winter- Chilled bedroom in Georgia while she […]

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