To anyone else who finds it hard to believe kids watched the verdict in school ....

The moment OJ got in that white bronco for that low speed car chase was the BEGINNING of the 24 hour news cycle.

The thing to remember about Orenthal James Simpson is that he consciously crafted himself in opposition to the conscious Black athlete; he was the anti-Jim Brown, the anti-Ali.

'I'm not Black, I'm OJ.'

Wu-Tang Clan demo tape sent to Monica Lynch, president of Tommy Boy Records, March 24, 1992. #fbf

geese
[hydrogen oxygen nitrogen potassium sulphur]
cars

#haiku

The Juice is loose!

Philly, what’s good? Come check us out!

a broken clock —
I wonder if our hands
will ever meet

calm sea —
the rise and fall
of his chest

Words can’t describe how much I love this. youtube.com/shorts/XqijOKS…

Oh shit! I might have to make a road trip to see this.

Delighted to be in “Under the Basho 2024” on 7th April with two #haiku . Under the Bashō is a unique online journal.
Grateful to dear Don Baird, Chief Editor & Co-Founder, Marilyn Ashbaugh, Editor Haiku, and Stephen Bailey, Webmaster & Co-Founder for the acceptance & publication.

Books. And more books.

Our National Poetry Month poet for today is Gabrielle Bates Gabrielle Bates. sclsnj.org/national-poetr… Tin House. Follow us for another contemporary poet each weekday in April. #NationalPoetryMonth Academy of American Poets

“Dig if you will a picture”.

Poetry every day of April and every day that ain’t April too. Poetry as a way of knowing. As an understanding. Poetry as meditation. As prayer. Poetry as nourishment. Poetry as a way to learn science and history and all disciplines. Poetry as life. #NationalPoetryMonth

America is a wild ass country. “Lift Every Voice and Sing” was the Nergo National Anthem DECADES before “The Star Spangled Banner” was made the US national anthem. But mfers outchea tweeting shit like this with their whole chest. Google, how does it work? Make it make sense.

Dragon’s eye or eclipse? Photo credit KB Brookins.

Somebody stole my backpack from the casino. It’s my fault because I left it on the back of a chair. The two most valuable things in the bag were my book of poems “Ideas of Improvisation” & a hardback copy of “Dunce” by Mary Ruefle. All I got to say is—joke’s on you pal.

AN IDEA OF IMPROVISATION WITH A UNIBROW AS A MUSTACHE

at the blade
of the dream
I nearly whisper
into Frida’s ear
maybe tonight
it would be nice
to be drawn
by hand
like water
to the edge
of your page
and of whatever
roar waits below
soft as moss
shiny as teeth

Bonus #poetrymonth poem in honor of the #solareclipse in the U.S. today: “The Moon (A sonnet using four complete sets of Scrabble tiles)” by David Cohen (from Scrabblegrams, published by Penteract Press, 2023).
#SolarEclipse2024