Poem Reaching For Something (Quincy Troupe Poems)
we walk through a calligraphy of hats slicing off foreheads ace-deuce cocked, they slant, razor sharp, clean through imagination, our ...
we walk through a calligraphy of hats slicing off foreheads ace-deuce cocked, they slant, razor sharp, clean through imagination, our ...
in brussels, eye sat in the grand place cafe & heard duke's place, played after salsa between the old majestic ...
ice sheets sweep this slick mirrored dark place space as keys that turn in tight, trigger pain of situations where ...
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