MAUVE LIPSTICK
heyteebs:

Tomorrow I’m reading with mauvelipstick and other very talented writers for Mental Marginalia’s 3 Year anniversary, at the West Cafe in Williamsburg—Lorimer L/Metropolitan G around 8ish pm 
I’ll be reading from my long poem IRL and using all types of weird voices and wondering why this thing autocorrects “voices” to “voids”—?

Reading tomorrow!!  If you haven’t been keeping up with IRL get on that shit and see tommy read it live it’s gonna be greeeeat and ya know i’ll be reading, too, etc etc

heyteebs:

Tomorrow I’m reading with mauvelipstick and other very talented writers for Mental Marginalia’s 3 Year anniversary, at the West Cafe in Williamsburg—Lorimer L/Metropolitan G around 8ish pm 

I’ll be reading from my long poem IRL and using all types of weird voices and wondering why this thing autocorrects “voices” to “voids”—?

Reading tomorrow!!  If you haven’t been keeping up with IRL get on that shit and see tommy read it live it’s gonna be greeeeat and ya know i’ll be reading, too, etc etc

heyteebs:

I’m loafing
with the great poets
of tomorrow. Fireworks
pop fizz in all directions
but being in a backyard
surrounded by brownstones
you only get the thunder
and the shudder—war outside
the walls but we’ve liquor n
Mariah n we’re poets
so we talk about temporal
locations of audio-trauma
and we talk about
margaritas. We blab about
the battle from the backyard.
Language is history—poly-
phony of conquest. So
is absence of language.
Junction. Waiting for the
right word to emerge
out of the pool Little
Mermaid style, hair flip arc
of water—Grandma presses
her forehead, small hand against
the back window of the
government van her parents
disappear in a cloud of red
dirt—swifted from the rez stroke
of legislation, to be Civilized.
They cut her hair,
forbid her from speaking
Kumeyaay, forbid heathen
religion say everything
she knows is wrong profane
she is wrong profane her
body her face her voice her
language the crinkle
in the corner of her eyes
when kitty chases a dust
bunny. All of it wrong. Kill
the Indian, Save the Man Sow
a shame so deep it arrives
when I do, it waits for me.
It pours me a drink. Txts
me.

This week while I was in absentia in the woods trying to finish my book/long poem IRL, the great minds/hearts at Blunderbuss posted another excerpt from it. This will be the 3rd and final week of my like “residency” lol on Blunderbuss, and I am so grateful to them and poetry editor Sam Ross for believing in the poem at a time when I was having serious doubts about its worth. The thing about working on a shuddering beast of a poem is that sometimes you think you might be working on a great poem. Sometimes it feels like the inane ramblings of a mad person. And when it’s all said and done, it may be both :-P This week’s selection is kind of about language history, conquest, and the beginning of a larger story that is my grandmother’s forced removal from the reservation into one of the notorious Indian boarding schools. Oh and watermelon cilantro margaritas, and poet friends.

Enjoy!

Teebor

blackcontemporaryart:

I’m sorry I don’t
know why I like
grape soda or how
my hair got like this

I couldn’t tell you
where the watermelon
thing came from

I’m what
you don’t swallow
the glossy dark

I read somewhere
my folks used to be princes
Their earrings were
pulled out
in their sleep

Then one day
they woke up

seriously

i am going to compile a teen girl lit mag that is just sex violence feelings if you would like to contribute email me at kaylaclassymorse@gmail.com    the more feelings the better    basically the vibe is if you’ve ever written something where you were like ‘this is too ‘adult’ for any youth publication but too angsty for any lit mag, guess it’ll just sit on my comp forever’ send it to me

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heyteebs:

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parataxis got yr boi like…

reading: August 26th / this Tuesday / “8” pm / 379 Union Ave / Williamsburg

reading: August 26th / this Tuesday / “8” pm / 379 Union Ave / Williamsburg

socialjusticekoolaid:

What they won’t show you on CNN tonight: Ferguson residents line a parade of roses down W Florissant, leading to where Mike Brown was taken from this world. #staywoke #powerful #insolidarity 

kropotkindersurprise:

Two ways of dealing with tear gas grenades from comrades in Turkey: Either submerge them in water. Make sure you can close off the container cause the gas will still spread for a while. Or throw them in the fire so the gas burns off before it can spread.