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 ...
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