“I supply everything, even the pipe dreams. That’s why ballplayers pass the ‘rock’ and the rappers ‘cook it up’ in the lab. I’m the ‘base’line in that jazz, the ‘rock’ in their roll and I’m always in the background when shit goes up in ‘smoke.’”
Don’t miss this powerful poem from Steven Willis, performing at the Button Studio in Minneapolis, MN
“You can’t ‘beat’ death, you can only dance a little more slippery, drum a little more timelessly, hold that note beyond your breath, and hope to find a home in its echo.”
Don’t miss this great poem from Kyle “Guante” Tran Myhre, performing at the Button Studio in Minneapolis, MN
“My soon-wife asks if we should bury a gun in the front yard, which is perhaps the opposite of a grave. A tombstone buried underneath the ground, waiting to be inscribed with a name.”
Don’t miss this great poem from Phil Kaye, performing at Little Island in NYC
“Somewhere a Black Capitalist lies to himself. Says he is his ancestors’ wildest dreams cause he got a four-wheel drive and a house as big as the oppressors’.”
Don’t miss this powerful poem from Steven Willis, performing at the Button Studio in Minneapolis, MN