Category: About People

  • Excerpt from “Eli” … by G. Mramor

    Excerpt from “Eli” … by G. Mramor

    Moonlight fades on the treeline and stars ride out on the waves blurry like candles on panes of rain. He asks so she puts him down and he cozies on her chest mumbling something about her boobs. Last lights strain out like threads into a million infinities and the moon is gone. Sunk in the night…

  • All of them…by G. Mramor

    I am not the dream they made You hide because I am not the Father of your children nor the Ghost of a love they took from You and made something sick.

  • Why Modern American Racism Will Exist for Another Few Hundred Years by M. Pitter

    Why Modern American Racism Will Exist for Another Few Hundred Years by M. Pitter

    The murder of Michael Brown and the police intimidation and brutality that followed has pulled today’s mainstream discourse back into ascertaining how this country’s race problems could be resolved. Resolution of this historically American issue implies a sort of eradication of racism from American society. But how could this be achieved? Modern racism (as we…

  • Introducing the Black Gentrifier: An Emerging Social Anomaly by M. Pitter

    Introducing the Black Gentrifier: An Emerging Social Anomaly by M. Pitter

    Streaming in popular discourse has been the phenomenon of gentrification in which it appears mostly that young, open-minded, aesthetic-seeking white people move into low-income neighborhoods eventually causing the rent prices of these neighborhoods to rise and the blacks and Latinos who had lived in these hitherto-low-income neighborhoods can no longer afford to live there. Soon,…

  • Leave afterword…by G. Mramor

    Leave afterword…by G. Mramor

    Leave afterword and don’t speak my name. Say instead I was a good boy, a handsome boy. And then you’ll say he was and you won’t know how to say it anymore. Say he and sad see the boy in the velvet blue dress Danni put him in because you’re so pretty. See the boy…

  • Here there is no island dream…by G. Mramor

    Here there is no island dream…by G. Mramor

      Here there is no island dream. There is the water and the beast Who follows me beneath. Beast Colossus, the one who does not Sleep but lives beyond me. Disperse like the snowdrift clouds. Silent like the long worn face disenchant in the stars. Undying like the lie spoke before me.   Two holes…