we are the remix
Through and through, no doubt about it, 'til the day I'm gone and even then—I'm a hip-hop head. The beat caught me early, and it was and it wasn't a choice. The not a choice part: when a track is good it's good—your body knows before you do. The choice part: it was the early 90s and I was a little shorty scanning the twenty-five cent CDs on offer at a suburban New Jersey garage sale. I pulled two jewel cases from the pile that caught my eye: some shit by Amy Grant and Naughty by Nature's 19Na...
we are the remix
Through and through, no doubt about it, 'til the day I'm gone and even then—I'm a hip-hop head. The beat caught me early, and it was and it wasn't a choice. The not a choice part: when a track is good it's good—your body knows before you do. The choice part: it was the early 90s and I was a little shorty scanning the twenty-five cent CDs on offer at a suburban New Jersey garage sale. I pulled two jewel cases from the pile that caught my eye: some shit by Amy Grant and Naughty by Nature's 19Na...
how to talk to your aphasic, mentally ill, brain damaged, post-alcoholic father while sitting at a slight distance from him in a cool river on a hot day in July
poem originally published in No Contact Mag
how to talk to your aphasic, mentally ill, brain damaged, post-alcoholic father while sitting at a slight distance from him in a cool river on a hot day in July
poem originally published in No Contact Mag
ode to the state that raised me, or: when people ask where I’m from and I tell them Jersey and they say oh I’m sorry and think it’s funny, I want to punch them in the throat
a CNF piece first published in Hobart Journal
ode to the state that raised me, or: when people ask where I’m from and I tell them Jersey and they say oh I’m sorry and think it’s funny, I want to punch them in the throat
a CNF piece first published in Hobart Journal
