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133 results found for "Excerpts from The Found Journals of the Angel in Black"
- Pareidolia
Image ID: A grid of circular images on a dull yellow background, identical except for a small dot that Each circular image has a word below it in black text, describing the image’s identified name.
- Welcome to the World of Blue
Image One: Black text on white/black background surrounds four panels. man wears a fur-lined sleeveless jacket and a fedora, the middle man wears a large leather coat and blocks
- Marina City
Upon its completion in 1968, life inside its walls began to take on new forms, rewriting a genetic story they would probably have a different answer depending on the individual, and mention that yellow and black To those watching that first flight from below, it looked like a suicide before it looked like a miracle Despite the spacious apartments and condos found within the tower, the residents spend most of their
- Unidentified Woman
Image ID: "Unidentified Woman" is a poem based on a photograph from the Lorraine Hurdle papers. In the front of the photo, on the first bleacher, a Black woman sits, holding a baseball in one hand, On the second bleacher, two women sit a few feet apart from each other. The Black woman on the left is Lorraine Hurdle. On the third row of bleachers, two women sit, facing away from the camera, looking at something to the
- What We Leave Behind
Kei passes me a ladle from the pot closest to them. “Taste this. Of the words MISSING WOMAN FOUND on the TV screen once when I was ten, followed by low-quality civilian I straighten, eyes locked on the figure slowly rising from behind one of the bins. Dad found her wandering the alley one night while on his way to take out the garbage. The cigarette falls from his mouth as Kei comes outside, a shotgun in their hands.
- Stain
I turned my attention away from the TV to look at him. Casper continued to stare at the random time travel show we found as if his question was an afterthought The window screens were torn from hail and rose thorns. My toes curl at the memory of cold grass, soft from how often it was walked over, brushing the soles , and gifts from my friends, couldn’t escape this fate of white walls.
- GIVE ME LIBERTY
Transcript: Text in order from top to bottom, left to right. Just asking” Black woman in pink dress with mouth covered: CENSORED White woman in gold dress: Left chat bubble reads “blocked” Right chat bubble reads “NO ROOM FOR WEAKNESS” Young renaissance girl: Right
- Creating Space
She told me that she found out how babies are made. Or maybe the linger of a grasp that I was pulled away from. How did I go from being a little boy to someone who must ask for permission to exist?
- Queer Messiah
If you wish, we’ll open our doors to them, we’ll be their own salvation: Gomorrah giving goodness from But, if they come, corruption from us to their void hearts, fill their generations with love, allness Our ark disembarks at the found, at the made, wanders over, and suddenly New World Order is peace and
- Snowbird/Sunbird
I was born during the time of year where all the love and warmth from Christmas fades away into winter The smell of the swamp burning like it did back in '08, called “stubborn and smoldering. ”It’s almost fitting I chose to go back. My roots have been willingly pulled up from sandy banks and slushy clay estuaries and now they sit on we wait, as grainy salt is pestled into the ground, turning slate grey what was once a tacky, sticky black
- radiator
insurance, and most importantly contact a plumbing professional if you’re facing a burst pipe this winter i found to be particularly cold the kind of cold where the wind threatens to gnaw your ears off but lacks the at once for some, a burst radiator pipe is an inconvenience, my house was devastated it looked fine from
- Dog Eared
I should be shopping in junk shops and trawling for chess sets and drinking from a half cup of water I should be cumming with a forked tongue two times a day and looking for scales in back alleyways. It was God spitting or the angels making dares-- it’s always the daring ones, isn’t it? and maybe a Christmas tree, the kind that crinkles (like the popcorn bag when you want to steal it from