4.14.11:49

Grit. That’s what my social location has imprinted in my work. It’s how I do art and what I say with it. Grit is also about how I say things- like someone who is tired of the bullshit and doesn’t want to be another voice in the crowd. Because I am not, there are no crowds around here to hear this Compton poet. I write from the chill in my bones, from the hollow in my heart, from a –dollar- from- broke.

4.14.11:48

Can't believe it's been this long since I plastered my ass up in these walls. Look so barren, like they waiting for something to happen. I a mad dog, dando le vueltas a este asunto.  Chomping at the bit to get at it. Circling it never stops, VOLADORA de PAPANTLA doing it to end the drought. Write to end the silence, create to suspend the lack.  Sit there with your back vertebrae stack one on top on the other-not a fucken sandwich! A ladder to climb up or out, which direction is this kitty headed?